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My stories

Ode on a Grasshopper

Grasshopper, spirit of the meadow, comprendi Paradise, dit moi noisesome male! Long time singing prairie dweller, master of Zen. Andante, survivor,...

Better a pirate than a slave

If Art with Arms contending shall be Victor of the day, and Decency disarms the plague, with Patience the good people will flourish, and Trust and...

On having Proved the Existence of God to my Own Satisfaction

Mere words cannot express the wisdom of his face. His brow, neither wrinkled as the newborn, nor deathbed smooth. The line of his jaw, more permanent, solid, than diamond or crescent moon.

Song to repressed female fury

Oh, my God. Lord Almighty! Lend me your stairway to heaven. We need counsel again. Virago is dead, in black, she let her hair down and rode a long winding. By fire, light, her heart

A racially-motivated sonnet to the working class

Cor blimey Charlie, how’s yer father’s? And yer mam? Bit of ox tongue, brisket, to go with them eels? Take a butcher’s at this lamb. Looking’s for free son. In yer dreams.

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