Each Night About This Time

A Refugee Population Is Hungry For Language And Aware That Anything Can Happen.

Caught Between The Tongue And The Taste.

Death . . . And Now You Are Here To Fight For This Woman. You Know Her Promise Is Given. She Has To Die Or Her Husband Won't Go Free. Apollo Relax, I'm Not Breaking Any Laws. Death Why The Bow, If You're Breaking No Laws? Apollo I Always Carry A Bow, It's My Trademark.

He Was Trying To Fit This Herakles Onto The One He Knew.

You Remember Too Much," My Mother Said To Me Recently. "why Hold Onto All That?" And I Said, "where Can I Put It Down?