David The first time I met David, he bit me. I am standing outside the hospital, the old gates to the hospital, Victorian arches, that are lonely left, un-instituted, and substituted by modern housing, housing us, separately, Barrat-barracked solitude. David is with me, he stands near me, still nervous after twenty years away. Today is … Continue reading Carcinogenic Poetry Recap No. 2
The VGP Literate No. 16
Million Millennial March They will flood the streets like a tsunami of determination and they will confront the powers that bee-sting the masses and they will raise their hands and swat the buzz right out of the fly on the wall Big Brother watching us all and monitoring our every left wing movement and then … Continue reading The VGP Literate No. 16
The VGP Flashback No. 1
Nineteen He was nineteen dying in a field in a foreign land. That was all he knew. He wasn’t feeling brave but only afraid as he felt the life slipping out of him. He didn’t know who was right or who was wrong as they argued about it in the grocery stores in the newspapers … Continue reading The VGP Flashback No. 1
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