I call out, “Warden,Have I yet served my time?There’s a new day comingAnd I’d like to feel fine.”But the Warden just leersAs if I’ve made a joke.Declares, “You’ll do what … Continue reading Warden.
I call out, “Warden,Have I yet served my time?There’s a new day comingAnd I’d like to feel fine.”But the Warden just leersAs if I’ve made a joke.Declares, “You’ll do what … Continue reading Warden.
I was recently discussing with my therapist just how much I think, and speak, in metaphor. Anyone who knows me (or, by now, anyone who has read even a little … Continue reading Tortured artist.