Possessor of Paul Newman eyes. Author of many things straightforward and strange. Some of them appear here.
I wish I could play violins for you
“I tend to like a poem which instead of culminating in a crescendo, merely comes to…
Yeah, Why Not…
Oh, well. It seems that, as a result of my pleas for mass demonstrations to end world…
This is what they tell me…
I’ve been a lifelong complainer and life-long whiner. Right now, I’ve come from…
PICK UP THE PHONE!!!