Mont Royal, Montreal.
reciting monologues and poems like
yeah this was meant for a man but it doesn’t belong to man
i can be richard the second
richard the third
richard the thirty-fifth and a half
this was meant for a man with an island in his eye,
but he is long dead and, well,
i am the king who would have slain me on sight,
speak the words of the bard who would have barred me from his stage,
feel the pain of he who causes mine,
and i will squeeze until it shines.
Mont Royal, Montreal
the reviews say “gritty realism” but the heart whispers “suburban straight boy libertarian fantasy with a limited color palette”
"Young turkey. May have parts missing."
Montreal, October 2014.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Things to be grateful for: successfully refraining from stamping the walls with hand turkeys and cooking our first turkey without burning the house down.