Category Archives: Poetry

Pig Roast

This is a roast of a small-fingered man Who fancies that he’s Mister Big He thinks he casts pearls before the swine But he is the one who’s a pig He operates with a simpleton’s mind And an ego as … Continue reading

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In Dreams

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on …” William Shakespeare, The Tempest If we are the stuff of dreams, we are made on some pretty strange stuff. Researchers are still trying to figure out why we dream. One … Continue reading

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capital offense

e.e. cummings
might have known
but i am not certain Continue reading

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Written on the Wind

I stumble in this foreign tongue and try to make the talk … I speak of when this land was young and of my brother hawk … My spirit voice is hard to hear … I have so long been gone … But I will whisper in your ear and having spoke move on Continue reading

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