A Coat

A Coat I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world’s eyes As though they’d wrought it. Song, let them take it For there’s more enterprise In walking naked. — W.B. Yeats, from The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats... Continue Reading →


Lies Our favorite set, the operating room. Our favorite plot, death by folly. Poisoning by restaurant garnish. Livers brined in bourbon and burst. The killing argument. The suicidal drive. And Junior, the arsonist who set him self on fire. As if we defy natural causes, predictable as gravity and night. Claiming, instead, the flaming corpse,... Continue Reading →

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