Turfing

“God is an astronaut, Oz lies over the rainbow, and Midian is where the monsters live.”

Confessional

There was wine in a cup of gold
and a girl of fifteen from Wu,
her eyebrows painted dark
and with slippers of red brocade.

If her conversation was poor,
how beautifully she could sing!
Together we dined and drank
until she settled in my arms.

Behind her [...]