Lamentation

Hmmm... an oddity....

Character assassination

I think you are working on the structure of petals, They have taken your fingerprints for their file. We are out stalking rebellion, Making tracks for an excuse, another place.

Beatore

I will always remember her, Annalisa, standing in the street. I would sit there in the evenings, imagining the drab North London suburb as part oif Italy, while smoking, and drinking

Fuck Mainstream America

I'm sick, soul-sick, tired, "cold and bony tired;" REM my mind is full of scorpions and it seems like no one can minister to this mind diseased; I don't feel right walking on the street,

BIRCH BARK PLATE mi'kmaq story

A Mi'kmaq story about a young boy who goes on a quest after his uncle passes away. Marten wants Glooscap to adopt him. This story is co-written with a Mi'kmaq lady in memory of her husband.

TIME

we burst into this world kicking and screaming..time!!

MIROR IMAGE

you mocked me and scorned me at every chance i was a fallen soldier and you did dance...!!

Being There

Well, Spack's is better of course, but...
Cherry

My conception marks the end of progressive rock

My mother is a stack of ornately carved balsa. She is light but durable and, most importantly, noiseless. She has an expression of surprise.

The Cameo

An Anzala Fahsha Mystery

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