BPI AND ACCESSORIES

I endeavored to taste life’s honey During last month’s decline, While you exercised your birthright With teasing’s of impending doom.   Oh, you are no hooded stranger Foreign, or otherwise, you are known- A terrorist, knock, knock, knocking At the tomb- imposing your nature on me.   Through the murk and muddles I found you…

Mysterious Me

“There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart — It really goes. And there is a charge, a very large charge For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood.” Why did Sylvia Plath feel that she was on display for the…