Black, Balance, Equal

It’s the first name of a horse with literary fame. The dye of clothing chosen by the dead actress bisected. A type of humor laced with death, loss, illness and spite.

Honey, Carnival, Hats

It was sticky, bruv! I couldn’t believe it! But the crazy thing, the crazy thing bruv were the bees. The bees were buzzing around, slowly through not fast like I usually seen them. They seemed zoned out, almost high but let me back up to the fat lady with the long dress, she opened up the tent flap to an exhibit that I would have normally passed up.