The devil’s one job Is making you an offer You can’t refuse And there’s only one thing The devil can’t offer

I’m the kind of guy Who doesn’t ride a motorcycle But always wears a leather helmet

In Let there be plight the P is silent

I hope to live several decades more making it odd to know so very well what they’ll put

We think nothing’s shocking since we’ve seen it all when really it’s because we’re blind to the obvious

In the face of loss I staved off loss of control by gainsaying a loss for words

The latest version of antisemitism takes the form of a magic trick: The diversion– Antisemitism is bad The illusion–

First they promised us belonging Afterwards they clarified that they meant You belong to us

We are all of us unreliable narrators Some of us just make a living at it

Those who show no compunction are the most gifted at seduction and short of a permanent injunctio… we all face induction by way of their unction

And so I wake in the morning and I stay inside and I take a deep breath and I let out a sigh and I stream from the top of my ru…

Poets are to their poems As parents are to their children Preparing them for the world Without knowing what they will do

The buzz you’re suddenly hearing Is the dawning recognition That buzzwords aren’t magic after… And that the real magic words Aren’t just older than time

Brexit is a fantasy that a people who previously sat astride a global empire can now sit apart from globalizati… when in reality

I was caught between a rock and a hard place unable to decide on a way out Instead, you decided on me