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You can tell he's an actor, Deep down in his heart, Even when muted: The way he shutters And shuttles his pupils; From his gestures, imparting N..

I might have become a great writer Had I twisted my screws even tighter And embarked on a daily imbibble To invoke that old alky-haze sybil, The M..

We remain in pandemic limbo, A half-hearted sort of house arrest, Forever unsure of the protocols, At the mercy of those who choose to ignore The ..

She was distressed, she was in pain, She clung to the pole like a drunk in the rain, Wailing like a griever Or an infant with a fever. Was she hur..

"The railwaymen glowered motionlessly, awaiting strong tea, awaiting death, seeing death before them, not interfering." --Robert Aickman, "..

They raise their chins for Adam; Adam disrupts their idiomatic thoughts, Lifts the stormfronts from their brows, Casts rays of sunlight, blinding t..

I look at the pictures rafting by; I peer into souls and think: There's some potential. The moment passes, Another piece of driftwood passes, Des..

O little Snow Leopard, I wink at thee; Don't assume my coyness Means anything Beyond flirtation, For you are a prowler, whereas I Construct cust..

A slow recline into one's padded casket, A gentle lowering onto silk; Two similar lullings, so alike-- One temporary, one eternal sleep. Perhaps..

Scritchy maracas in the trees, Noisy noisemakers, shrill as you please, An instrumental congeries, A conjugational squeezebox wheeze. Watch your..