Poem: Dementia by Red Haircrow

DEMENTIA I have gone mad and shall die that way. I have felt the murderous legends move. Wild with misery, misery, misery, agonies of then, that time in the dark when passion and sin and brutality ruled the night: And took and took my soul, my life. This is the poem I wrote as a […]

War Babies

I was nearly on-time. A fact he remarked on as he stood in the station and I stepped off the train at Prenzlauer Alleé. My very long-haired Italian friend looked at his wristwatch in a pointed manner, then pronounced his favorite connector for a change of subject, in English: “Well, okay!” He was Italian, but […]