Let’s begin by revealing the machinations of the moon—her sources and methods, her bare-faced shenanigans, hiding behind a veneer of buff-colored virtue while spinning narratives from the whole cloth of the spurious sky. Tonight the moon is all ruddy-faced and duplicitous, a lewd and promiscuous bride, sullying the celestial bed as she swallows you, and […]
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45 (Episode 1) by Cindy Hochman
In the room the women come and go / talking of Michelangelo —T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” The jokers are wild! The king has misplaced democracy somewhere, maybe next to his eyeglasses, also lost. The bum in the leather jacket seethes and huffs, and threatens to blow the House down, along […]