Category Archives: thoughts below ground

Doctor Whizbang’s Elixir!

Here’s an idea I am playing with, in draft form. I’m going to revise it over the next few days. There’s a story about The Great Carouso that someone once cornered him while he was on a cross-country tour, and … Continue reading

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Saviours

Sitting drinking liquid iodine solution every half hour writing verse and scanning stale magazines makes me think of the state of the plastic floor and the echo of voices and utensils in the hospital cafeteria down the hall and whether … Continue reading

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On being mistaken for myself

Photos never lie except when they must, with a minimum of mendacity, tell welting whoppers about how egregiously old the old codger has become. I have studied photos taken years ago that make me look youthful although I can recall … Continue reading

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