Here’s another excerpt from Sleepytime Cemetery (available, remember, from Black Scat Books). An attempted suicide turns to slapstick, all in ABAB quatrains. This is how it begins… THE RAZOR I laid a razor at my wrist, So I would be no more. I closed my eyes, and sneezed, and missed, And dropped it on the […]

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This little tale concerning the perils of cultural appropriation can be found in my collection Sleepytime Cemetery, available from Black Scat Books. Here’s how it starts; for more, buy the book! THE YODELING DUTCHMAN Rembrandt van Rijn stepped out of his picturesque cottage and into the crisp October air. I should make it clear at […]

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It’s distressing when somebody says something offensive. Your face flushes; your heartbeat goes up; it’s like getting mild exercise, or drinking coffee. Here’s a song for those occasions.

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