Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
the heyday burlesque was bound to die when the store down the street showed x rated films for a quarter there for a few brief seconds you could see the whole thing burlesque was bound to die when down the Continue reading The Heyday by Ed Galing
bluebird we often talked about death my wife and i we were married sixty eight years and now we were settled down to old age my wife often said if she died first she would come back to me, and Continue reading Bluebird by Ed Galing
