My Many Me’s

I am Four.  Within me swirl four selves, organized chronologically and thus seasonally.  They symbolize for me seasons, elements, and binaries.  I hate and I love them, as seems appropriate.  I am they and they are me - my Little Me, Middle Me, Aging Me and Elder Me. Little me is me in the Spring of my …

A Mad Lot

The world is mad The lot of us are fools At best, a few are shitty saints Silence reigns when words should be expressed and worse: the noise when mouths should shut We scurry, furious on futile paths, indignant in our rage we shake our fists at our perceived injurious wounds denouncing ghost and smoke …