Category Archives: Screeds

Angry? You won’t like me when I’m angry . . .

first red and green blub blub blub

News item: November 7 — Santa Claus is coming! the jolly old elf is his fat mean self with a whisky bottle in his pocket: if he doesn’t shut up with his carols and stuff I’ll send him packing on … Continue reading

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thud—thoughts on a found poem

Cornwall Ontario Canada A city with a world of possibilities Un monde de possibilités <The city’s newly minted motto The full open bellows of the earth have sung, and now all poets may repose in sleep; for experts have the … Continue reading

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medium darling

Medium darling: watches the boob toob, listens to music, never tries thinking takes all the hype, like somebody’s children. Is he this stupid, or is he naive? Medium darling listens to pundits talking the talk, like pieces of would clunking … Continue reading

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