Monthly Archives: August 2017


Dear Mother, You were supposed to protect me. You didn’t. Dear Father, There’s a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you … Continue reading

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49 to Fifty

Here I sit in the wake of my 48th year. It’s been a good one, but change is also good (and necessary), and I’ve felt myself straining against the chains that bind for some time now. I think it explains … Continue reading

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