Real Poetry

Real Poetry

Hi there, ten people who read this site. You might have noticed my dabbling (“Listen to me, dabble”) in poetry a bit. I figure poetry is one of those things that must find its way out – even it’s bad (as witnessed on this season’s The...

Something must be done

Early morning. Wet. Damp clothes, steam rising, Recorded in sequence– played back again. Then once more again. Once more to yes. Coming in fresh, leaving torched. Touched. before the sun comes up — Before where your hands ran the roadmap of every curve of...

God’s Assessment of the Human Race

You have been unkind to each other, most of the animals on this earth, and continue to do destruction to yourselves on a continual basis, torture animals while polluting the world.  I think I’m done with you. Signed, God p.s. Global warming is to be your...
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