Keep the cancer, fight the cancer, die with the cancer if you mustI took the cowards way out on bad adviceI let them cut out my libidoAnd with it; my…
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Sometimes I look up at the sky when I hear an airplane and I realize that it wasn’t all that long ago that there were no planes in the sky…
It was hard then to know just where you fit in and why should it be any different now? God knows I didn’t know where I fit in forty years…
A Play In One Act The Players: Abe Lincoln, a President Mary Todd Lincoln, a First Lady Charles Nelson Reilly, a Thespian Scene: Heaven, The Lincoln Home specifically, on the…
When you were a kid did your neighborhood friends ever gather for a pickup game of football in an open field on an early autumn Saturday afternoon? And did you…
I used to write stuff. I used to paint pictures too. Some of it, occasionally, wasn’t half-bad. It takes head and heart and soul to do anything creative. The best…
Farewell Mr. Potato Head’s scrotum I regret never getting to know’d ‘im As for his testosterone, tater twin tots Here’s a bouquet of forget-me-nots I guess it’s a sign of…
I can’t yet say that music has carried me through the corona crisis but I know that it will. For one thing, it hasn’t really been all that long since…
“Blessed Assurance, Jesus is mine…”I want my mother“Oh what a foretaste of glory divine…”my mother is in a box and soon she’ll be in the ground, I want my mother“Heir…
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PART 3 Three days later the town was now in complete uproar over the disappearance of yet another young daughter. Fingers were pointed in every direction but ever increasingly at…
PART 2 Elsie had received her first taste of murder from her father, the experience of which would later serve her well. It was on an Indian summer, October afternoon,…
PART 1 “Blessed Assurance, Jesus is mine…”I want my mother“Oh what a foretaste of glory divine…”my mother is in a box and soon she’ll be in the ground, I want…