War
What is it
But the aftermath of desires
Black crows gatherOn the fieldOf failure
I am a plague ratA covid catA diseased gnat
(In his lifetime Victor Hugo was considered the greatest living novelist, playwright and…
(One hundred years ago 50 million people died. I can be excused for obsessing, I think.)
What’s the point? Does a competitive game actually change anything at all?
I moved to Virginia,The week before Dad moved to Arlington;He’d made arrangements to have his ashes interred thereMonths before…
SGHolland 2018
Competition: it puffs up and deflates, constantly. I think it’s breathing apparatus is the id and the arms and legs are extensions of the ego. Or something like that!
Still haunted by the horrors of then,
I see you sit there,
in the new reality of now
Oblivious to my greeting,