Author Archives: Matt Tooley

Some weeks’ weak end leaves you feeling hung over–as if it never came.

More beautiful than most British women, soccer explains its own fans.

Anagram DONALD DRAPER. You’ll find PARDONED LARD. He’s in every man.

The enemy of poetry is Stuff To Do. It diverts, disturbs.

Everything is bro- ken. But that’s not the whole stor- y. After all: Love.

One day taken to say: I still pull up pictures just to see you smile.

Land softly, little bird, on the thin of the world. Do what I cannot.