Every day, to earn my daily bread I go to the market where lies are bought Hopefully I take up my place among the sellers.

This is the year which people will talk about This is the year which people will be silent about. The old see the young die. The foolish see the wise die. The …

High above the lake a bomber flies. From the rowing boats Children look up, women, an old man. From a distance They appear like young starlings, their beaks Wi…

In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing About the dark times.

Please don't lie to me, unless you're absolutely sure I'll never find out the truth.

But that he wrought so high the specious tale, As manifested plainly 'twas a lie.

Truth is a well-known pathological liar. It invariably turns out to be Fiction wearing a fancy frock. Self-proclaimed Fiction, on the other hand, is entirely h…