Thanksgiving
a poem on gratitude during thanksgiving
Soliloquy
Death In The Wings
Life, Love and the Human Spirit Ever the irreverent rogue, defiant of establishment and death, there was my father, on the slow road. Nine lives cashed in, prostate cancer in remission, driving himself from his off-grid, country shack to dialysis in Palma, three times a week, until my younger brother Hieronymus (after Bosch, no less) had Read More
Paternal Angst (or Ode to my Stepfather)
Rest in peace you fucker [look, though ignoble, this is just a public rant to get it out of my system, unto the ether, OK] his brutal strength crushed my spirit his iron fist rules made me passive aggressive his stupid love made me hate – at least him his idiot dogma though, freed my Read More