Sleep

Sleep

Thou art more than the day or the morrow, the seasons that laugh or that weep; For these give joy and sorrow; but thou, Proserpina, sleep. —Algernon Charles Swinburne, Hymn to Prosperine   If asked to choose: eternal life or sleep,    he’s not sure how...
Ink Spots

Ink Spots

Hearing the car approach, the garage door open,           the engine stop, the driver’s door swing shut, I ran from the room where I’d spilled the ink           and fear was a goblin clutching at my gut. I’d tried to scrub the sofa cushions clean    ...