I hear you shed a tear for Mussolinihow very little I knew ofthe workings of your mindon that night seed embraced egg Then lateryou, your heart in one handa cigarette in the otheryour eight monthstumescent bellya radiance I think was lost to youthough not Ilaying down the lawas only the naïve andpassionate know how You … More A TEAR FOR MUSSOLINI
Identical snowflakesA bona fide rarity?A miracle?Only the sage can sayAnd he is far awayMeasuring hailstonesBermuda she recalls Yet hereIn the frozen landsNorth of nowhereShe is compelledTo tell ofTo showTo someoneTo anyoneHer immaculateInconceivable find Fail in thisThen it never happenedNo one will believe herEverSave perhaps the sageAfter all he isA philosopherMore soIn his spare timeWhen in … More THE DAY A TRUTH DIED
Originally posted on Gobblers / Masticadores // Editores: Manuela Timofte / j re crivello:
We started posting 4 questions to our writers, today Mike Steeden, but … it has led to “non-classic” answers … Blog Mike Link -j re crivello -editor. -J re crivello: What is the story of your greatest longing? -Mike Steeden: An interesting question, Sir.…
BEFORE THE GAME OF HUMAN LIFE;An ‘undress me if you dare’frock of early morn’s visionlessmist spares the moorland her blushesNot that the Sun God gives a damnfor he has no regard for modestyno scruples and will unveil her in his own timeonly then she will be unmasked in all her glory AFTER, WHEN IT WAS … More MS EARTH & DR TIME
Waking up to a thumping headache, a headache born of far too much of last evening’s scarlet Bordeaux, a bleary eyed cursory morning glance toward the bedside table only to spot what I thought had been the stuff of dissolving dreams, namely a post-it note I’d scribbled upon that read, ‘Miss Rosie Mayday Lily Eve … More ROSIE
He mouths his solo of undoingthe venue a derelict warehousedue south of Old Father Thamesto an accompanying throb ofaimless raindrops succumbingto relentless gravity viafractured aperture’s leaky roof His gallery a wonky line-up ofcouldn’t care less spidersscurrying half interested ratsvagrant rummaging sex charged pigeons Yet there was once a time when hispatriotic baritone could fill an … More MEDZ YEGHERN aka ‘GENOCIDE’
I watched the fledgling widowA charcoal figurineA transcendent remembrance vistaWhite marble upon emerald green Determinedly she made her searchRow upon row upon rowPausing every so oftenBefore she made to go Onward, ever onwardUntil she found the very spotWhere her true love was laid to restHe that time almost forgot There she knelt on one kneeDabbed … More COLD COMFORT BEGETS FRESH GRIEF
FRESH FLESH & CHILLED CHABLIS Berlin, oh my Berlinin those years between two warsyou were coarse, of course, you knew ita reprobate behind closed doors decadence’s dream unfetteredyour nightclubs lewd and crudeWeimar culture babes ‘a dancing’most times in the naughty naked nude transvestites, candelabra’ssmall dark venues, dimly litcabaret within a smoky hazesuch a perfect fit The … More FRESH FLESH & CHILLED CHABLIS
TOO LONG WE BOTH HAD WAITED the Garde du Nord was franticthe night I took the sleeper eastmy destination Budapestdreaming you might fly in from Nice too long we both had waitedI’d delayed, fearing the worstyet as the stench of false freedom fadedI travelled unfazed and unrehearsed ’56 had seen Soviet tanksdestroy any glimmer of … More TOO LONG WE BOTH HAD WAITED
Originally posted on Graffiti Lux Art & More:
ADULT FICTION SET IN REALITY ( WWII – London & Paris) SEXUAL CONTENT (Integral) My words are in blue. Mike’s words are in black italics. “Frenchie” sobriquet for the French Resistance hero of this tale, is one kick ass martial arts fighter. She can kill a nazi…
