Ghost Writer (a short story).
Day: August 1, 2015
Licensed to “I Don’t Give a Shit”
Originally posted on Punch Drunk Village:
I’m turning OLD this year. But I’m taking it all quite well, really. There are benefits to aging of course. Social benefits, for example. And one in particular I find quite tantalizing. Since I’ve always been a tad socially-reckless — over-sharing, stirring the pot, making listeners squirm — what I’m most looking forward to with turning old is…
Sleep Interrupted and Rilke’s Panther
After a fitful night I got up and wrote a poem called Sleep Interrupted, which is below and on a page of its own. Sleep interrupted Leap into the void of slumber Fall down the rabbit hole Slip through scudding cumuli Descend into docile dreams Or crash through thunderclouds Into noxious night terrors Run barefoot […]
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