Apocalypse Poem
APOCALYPSE POEM Don’t ask about The Martians. I don’t Know, just stories About Ocba, A man in space Alive and inert Drifting like a seed Waiting to land In...
Read MoreAPOCALYPSE POEM Don’t ask about The Martians. I don’t Know, just stories About Ocba, A man in space Alive and inert Drifting like a seed Waiting to land In...
Read MoreIt’s my turn to spin, My turn to begin. Sometimes it’s the end Then I bend and bend, The guts and the brain, To wind and wind again. But it won’t still the drum...
Read MoreI have been on medical leave for three months. I had three tears in my rotator cuff repaired and biceps reattached. Minor surgery with a major recovery. That’s...
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