Xenotaph’s Letter To Epistolary Stop trying to sever “pomp” from “psychopomp”, Little Legba– Cut your tongue loose and flood your mouth with nightengales make peace with your angles: It’s not about what silverback skriker…
I was a Navajo A million years ago I herded sheep And got little sleep I knew the name of each member of the starry host I was a Navajo And walked Mother Earth…
Meeting Samuel Beckett At The Mortuary “Glad to see you McKernan. Is this your funeral?” “No Sir I died several years ago Just dropped by to give you this autographed copy of Keats’s Odes.”…