Superannuated Scribbling
… versifyin’ and signifyin’ about the hue, and fool me fool you; of these fallacious and fallow times. Seeing it all in black and white…
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Bad Poems At Best
Sure Enough…Sunday Poems
And Sure Enough REPOST Comfort Zone? No Comment… Ha! “Writing comfort zone?” I’m never comfortable in composition. I prose in self-doubt, self-denial, and an ass…
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My Pretentious Old Man. A Prose Poem
In celebration of the recognition of my public expiration date, we fine dined with whine and wine… and then, just on time… ordered a firewall…
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Second Hand Clock
Fresh out of a timely maybe or tender repatriate I stoke the embers of acquaintance while damping down long fervent compeers I hide away to…
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