A forgetful old man of Iraq, wrote poetry books by the stack. His memory was such that sometimes he would forget he was writing poetry entirely and, instead write in a prose form that was both beautiful and lyrical. It flowed from his pen like spring water coming from the depths of the Earth […]Read More A big fat juicy limerick
Short History of India Nehru ran the government of India’s subcontinent When Gandhi was no longer handhi. Not an optimist H. G. Wells found that writing about the future sells But like a playwright from the ancient Greek that future had to be bleakRead More Poetry is Bad; at Least Mine is
After a rain, worms come out for a look then, we grab them and put them on a hook. . Sadly, it is their fate to be bait. . A smarter creature would stay in bed, why does the worm go out instead? . Because a worm will never lorm…Read More Stupid Stupid Worms!
I see an allure in what they call the “talking cure” . But, psychiatrists, try as they might cannot set things right. . Do I hate my mom or dad– is that why I’m so sad? . Perhaps we should discuss my ego, id or animus. . But, all the sessions that I’ve bought have […]Read More Shrink Wrapped!