A German Man-i-cure

Mein Very First Knockwurst vas in Berlin There Done That mit Suzi and the 7 Dusseldorfs und I zed to … Continue reading A German Man-i-cure

Concerning the Drops

Concerning the Drops I could sit quiet or lie were it not for the arrow of retrospect. The declaration … Continue reading Concerning the Drops

Tattler Rail trail whispers, red tulips scandalize daffodils brook rushes rumor. Continue reading Tattler

I am Alice, the medium I seek the way I bow before you I am not the enemy … Continue reading Things Lost in the Fire

Katya M. Cartouche was a stage name she had inherited from the gypsies although that was of little consequence … Continue reading Katya M. Cartouche

The jabberwocky knew of a time when the pitter patter of rain drops on the roof outside the window wouldn’t … Continue reading Wonderland

Maybe I should pull it out of my ass; the unwritten memoir the poems the pain the not soon-to-be forgotten … Continue reading A Fresh Impression