Grey's Book Club

By Charles Tomlinson A capuchin—long acquaintance with the dead Has left him taciturn—stands guard At gate and stairhead. Silent, he awaits The coin we drop into his dish, and then Withdraws to contemplation—though his eye Glides with a marvellous economy sideways Towards the stair, in silent intimation You may now descend . We do—and end up In a corridor with no end in view: dead Line the perspective left and right

By William Wordsworth                               I “There is a Thorn—it looks so old, In truth, you’d find it hard to say How it could ever have been young, It looks so old and grey. Not higher than a two years' child It stands erect, this aged Thorn; No leaves it has, no prickly points; It is a mass of knotted joints, A wretched thing forlorn. It stands erect, and like a stone With lichens is it overgrown.

By Luke Davies For Daniel Morden Athena, coming onto me (verbatim transcription): Every step you take will be the right one. Women encouraged me like that: Avoiding void, no one goes nameless in this world. Power? I was the son of a king: Hacking the armor from the limbs of the dying. In the path of the blade of the plough I met God my foe: Oh blight his voyage with trial and calamity. All he needed was a taste of his own medicine: The water was white with the blades of our oars. Long-limbed Circe, the troubled, could only bring trouble: Sure enough that month became a year. Then Demodocus struck his lyre, and sang for me: In that soft song I led one hundred lives. I was young, singing such distance, when I set out: The meters were my cloak, my map, my axe. Declensions of the beasts defined my travels: I made the lions purr; the lions licked my hands. When gulls cry ...

By Sandra Simonds     Is it Spanish? No, Swedish.        What’s that? Where Loki came from. Writing about Ragnarök in the purple octopi      of a gel pen, it’s the end        of the world and a gigantic wolf is going to swallow      the coagulated sun whole. Myth, wish fulfillment. He broke    the strongest chains ever built. He was strong. He won. I’m not strong. I don’t win. Pippi is strong too. And smart. Sit with me, little one, inside this mansion      of June hieroglyphics, inside the belles lettres of fluttering      paper-doll tomorrrows, and mourn     how we never lived.

By Sandra McPherson I was making a new friend, blonde-gray, a living opal, pellucid, also reminding me of a green apple napping underneath its tree, where I have tumbled too, being of an age, “elderly” but undepressed, she tall enough to change the smoke alarm — sharing a ripeness that we liked comparing, bosses who couldn’t see us, perforation by divorce, retirement, and stairs. One lunch that I was looking forward to, the first thing on her mind —  “Do you believe in the Occult?” —  “Merline! No, I don’t think so.” She was in an auditorium —  her older, deader sister sat right down beside her with a message — a large figure not her body but a sum —  what did it mean? I’d thought one of us leaned forward at the lectern but a ghost was there, holding sway, or forth. Well, it came true —  she’s richer by that sum —  and urges making sure to be at...

By Adelaide Crapsey In the cold I will rise, I will bathe In waters of ice; myself Will shiver, and shrive myself, Alone in the dawn, and anoint Forehead and feet and hands; I will shutter the windows from light, I will place in their sockets the four Tall candles and set them a-flame In the grey of the dawn; and myself Will lay myself straight in my bed, And draw the sheet under my chin.

A video to relax your nerve. who wins?

I sat at my computer, bored to death of the straight line life i had lived from Monday to Friday. Yes, it was Saturday. A day i ought to enjoy the weekend but no thanks to the economy of the country I find myself in, i had to stay indoors. Well, I wasn't alone; I was with my ten years old brother and he had been whining, telling me he wanted to do something fun. Like butter topping on bread, to add to our boredom was the scorching sun that shone at its fullest and the heat that descended the atmosphere like a diabolic breath from hell, I decided to play him a video on my computer and guess what happened. The battery ran out. And there was power outage.  "Now?!" I thought I would scream but I didn't even have such energy to let out steam. Then i decided to sleep. I told my brother to join me for that was the only thing that could keep us company but he was wide awake like an owl in the night; only that it wasn't night, it was two in the afternoon. I hel...

Small droplets like beats of drum on earth raw smell of mud, leaves, grasses - all wet cold wind like shivers of a deep blue sea water from heaven, water for you and me. The grey cloud circles gathering of clouds like wonders and miracles no challenges no obstacles just the beauty that seem so typical Rain like life GreyGray

MY VIEWS 003: AT THE FIRST EDGE Could it be this… (I’m saving my comments) imgur.com INTERVIEW THREE I have started my search and so far, I’ve found something – it’s just the beginning anyway. I watched a lot of movies, I compared it with actuality, I watched my parents closely, my neighbors and indeed found something – everything I watched since the last two days shared a close link. My parents; they complained of financial issues; my mom wanted to change environment and complained of my father being a hindrance – she had a point; she wanted to leave because of pressure she was getting from the environment which affected her mentally, physically, emotionally – I understood well.  My father on the other hand wants to move as well putting his wife into consideration but there’s a delay – he was thinking of his children, the distance of the new vicinity to their schools, the stress, money issues, his children’s school fees – he also had a point and I understood b...

DEAR FUTURE FAMILY To my son I have started loving you from beyond I'll train you to be brave and strong I'll take care of you my boy I'll shower you with every mother's love I'll sit awake till you fall asleep You'll be my prince and my King I won't hurt you, I will respect your decisions I'll watch you grow and bring home your queen To my daughter Beautiful than her mother Humble like her father Strong and independent Brave, caring and lenient I promise to be your best friend Your love and confidant You can tell me anything, good or bad I'll teach you how to eat all nutritious dishes So, you won't end up like me You'll be a better mother, you'd be a queen You'll be a better mother, a better woman I won't hurt you, I'll watch you grow I'll protect you I'll watch you go into the world Bring your king and watch you have your happy family. Dear future husb...