A few thoughts on freedom
Category: Poetry
The Rope
The only good Nazi is one kicking in a death throe. Continue reading “The Rope”
Fortunate Son
I wrote this poem three years ago. I’m pretty sure I wrote it about someone in particular, although the maelstrom of the past time makes me forgetful. Continue reading “Fortunate Son”
Upcoming project
I’m currently reading a book which is affecting me in a way no book has in a while. Continue reading “Upcoming project”
And after all is said and done
Living a good life is living to tell about it. Continue reading “And after all is said and done”
And then my mother asked
Eternity lies in those who remember us. Continue reading “And then my mother asked”
Long Past My Death, In the Other World
One need not believe in a Maker to believe in eternity. Continue reading “Long Past My Death, In the Other World”
