unask

 

 

 

a break, for the weekend: performance of our play. The next post will be on Tuesday, 7 February.

 

 

 

 

the stranger

 

And there he stood. The stranger.
As familiar to me as my own blood and bones.
More known to me than any man I knew.
I tried to smile.
So did he.
But we didn't.
We exchanged a lifetime in a few certain moments.

 

From our play Imaginary Friends, first performance Friday February 3.

 

 

 

 

the only story

 

True love.
That's the quest.
That's the only quest.
That's what makes life meaningful,
gives it narrative:
it's the only story there is.

 

From our play Imaginary Friends, first performance Friday February 3.

 

 

 

 

we yearn for our counterpart

 

We yearn for our counterpart, to make us whole,
we are restlessly driven from love to love,
in order to be complete.
It's the Holy Grail,
that will heal our hearts,
the visionary chalice,
our redemption.

 

From our play Imaginary Friends, first performance Friday February 3.

 

 

 

 

that truth

 

And in that truth the world becomes different. Dreams are now normal; language outdoes itself; all the poems turn out, however unlikely, to be true. Paradox is the new normality.

 

From our play Imaginary Friends, first performance Friday February 3.