Autobiography

Just

a little boy is all— can’t blame him for tears that fall. A bully on his back again – broke his glasses in two this morning at school year 1952— the...
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Rise and Fall of the One-Man Empire

I unsolved a few mysteries (a good night’s work) then strutted the morning streets with a candle in my head, half-believing that everyone was...

Down Memory Lane

A journey into the past.

THE PENNILESS BARD

THE PENNILESS BARD Me began me youth in finance In me adulthood me became a penniless bard Still me keeps off the phrases ois, oink and ayes! In me...

and the problem is

nevermind it’s all caved in and I just don’t want to restore the walls again I would rather be rained on aware that once I leave this rotting palace...

Death's Daughter (III)

It seemed she’d outsmarted madness, then one twilight she disrobed to greet the Lord— as a favor to me, she did not look into His ravening face. But...
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Death's Daughter (II)

I married my favourite audience, a Victorian ghost with charcoaled eyes, all black skirts and sad classical music, and put her to bed for a year. I...
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growing down

I scorned myself to pieces, turned against the sun, denied the moon, and tossed us in the trash, convinced it was pressing and necessary to say NO,...
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the way out

And I do, solemnly, with these words, on this 330th day of January, restore myself. The burned and frozen me. The sore uneternal hairy me. The wormy...