thanks to the administrator of this post for the invitation to share a recent poem here.  enjoy. Deadly hiding in dark corners not large but venomous having distinctive markings yet difficult to identify biding silently until bestirred then attacking, often […]

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The Old Days

Sometimes the “good” worms into my thoughts – no, not thoughts. My gut, my archival memories, the illusive patterns perhaps once a source of pleasure, later compulsion, habit, obsession – bestowing pain as a sadistic surrogate for comfort. The Old […]

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