He Sleeps Well

It’s clear to us that Lincoln will die He wears the sheen of a much-rubbed lamp It’s clear he never wore his hair grey (“After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well: /Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison,/Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, /Can touch him further.”) “he looked ashen” the biography is always […]

Charles the beloved

I watch many videos about British history. I like one about Charles VI of France. Riding into battle, someone dropped a spear, which hit a shield, and he PTSD’ed into killing four of his own guys before he could be restrained. Takes guts to restrain a king. Like Martin Luther going to to toe with […]

london bridge is falling down

Every viewer’s glee at Godzilla’s swipe The Fight Club credit card towers, Hold hands and swing the bridge Whomever you caught Sift their contents until powdered Build it up with silver and gold Silver and gold Silver and gold Soup cans for needy barrels, Glass candlesticks at the Goodwill, Cerebral fluid leak, see Dr. Google […]

Very Small Things

As the lesson said, “mustard seed,” I thought there must be smaller things than that, things so small that is the size of the faith that I have, like, perhaps a speck of dust. Last night I was taking the train home and suddenly realized that I had no money, and would never have any […]