Writing

day 4 of my diet

Day five of my diet

Escapeby Geoffrey Chaucertranslation byMichael R. BurchSince I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat,I never plan to be in his prison lean;Since..

I don't miss you.

I’ve written enough small poetryto start a nuclear war.Do you want to die in trafficbehind the wheel of your car? Or in yr rodeer camp next fall..

A short story, writen in Poem. Fantasy, Fiction.

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