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Oh dear, I do feel glum. The mirror shows my reet big tum. No more chips for me - I'll just chew some gum. I'd walk tut shops now, to reduce me bum,...

Requiem assigned virgin penitent minds shackled to words with rimming pictures that shutter the lens storybook clutter now dead men talk their...

Books were burned in Canada [Canada!] last week. In protest at depictions of indigenous peoples. Now, I'm not defending these depictions and if Canada's school libraries want to remove Tintin and others from their shelves, that's fine. I just disagree with people burning books, because people who burn books, as a better writer than me once said, often end up burning people. Anyway, here's this. I wrote it last time I got wound up about book burning.

random notes played upon my piano, my cello bathed in midnight moonlight ; my sorrow, my joy, left upon each key struck by moonlight. Close my eyes,...

Streetlights in the night; late after the pubs and cafes have closed; voices and conversations long gone to slumber in houses a tumble within...

Before the first word a moment, within that moment all moments, and within those moments the collective hymns for each world and each instant of...

A man has lost his life nearly 62 years after he was born. He was an actor and comedian and his name was Norm. I'm sorry to have to inform people...

I found it no problem at all to write up the notes for Mother Francis' book that I am happy to help her compose. She is a very calming and relaxing...

I suck hard on the Rubbery plastic tip. Empty my nostrils of Air. Deplete the cartridge Of its white misty smoke. The room is dark but night’s...