Buttered toast morning
Coffee with cream
Sunlight streaming through the sash
...
She was a brilliant actress
I’d seen her play Medea
But shy in nature, no beauty
To be sure, she wasn’t
...
The past infects the present
Ever present poison
Must be
Expunged
...
A pen grew out of my eyeball and
Demanded I write down what I
Saw
...
The hell of memory
burnings on the stake of life
ash settles in dust
...
Half-man, Half-beast
Centaur-like
He contradicted himself
Striving for moral certitude
...