
MY SWEET MUSE
“HELP”, I call Searching for her among the Portraits from London. Alas, there are no werewolves there. My muse informs me … Continue reading MY SWEET MUSE
“HELP”, I call Searching for her among the Portraits from London. Alas, there are no werewolves there. My muse informs me … Continue reading MY SWEET MUSE
She used to love a pretty boy Rock hard abs, polished ploy Their jet-set life, baubles, bling She used to … Continue reading Someday Love
So, you want to Golf, do you? Sharpen your pencils Get a scorecard Put on Your Glove Choose Your … Continue reading Doing The Math
The woods have wormed their way into our circle. Far ahead of the crowd I spy the seedling between the … Continue reading The Nature of The Contest
I Trusted When I should’ve Suspected, Leapt When I should’ve Latched, Settled When I should’ve Insisted, Avoided When I should’ve … Continue reading Because I Was Broken
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 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
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