Category Archives: Screeds

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

stoneheads

Sitting in the roots of Hell on an excruciatingly hot ember is, I hope, the I.T. wiz kid who programmed the Western Union website. I expect this ember will etch indelibly and painfully into his ass or if he is … Continue reading

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hiatus

For the last five days, I have been incapacitated by influenza. Some thoughts on that. (#1031) Continue reading

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absurd

Name one good thing about car alarms. The poet writes a screed. (#1026) Continue reading

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