Quodlibet

I don't believe in ghosts So what the hell was going on here, I have no idea.  Many years have passed and I am still trying to proces...

Eliot's an idiot If he thinks April stinks. I like April. I get to write poems  Tapping away without a care in the world beyond Scaring ...

Today is an odd day. Caught between the awful recollection of the crucifixion of Christ on Friday, and before the celebration of the resurre...