Staszek The Strangler

ο Staszek the Strangler stalked silently, Subdued, Selma sat in soft satin, She stroked shining shocks of short silver, Smoothly, serpentine strands slowly slackened. ο Sinister skills, surreptitiously, Stifled Selma’s senescent, soft sighing, A single squeeze seemly sufficient, Stoic, Staszek stood soundlessly smiling. ο Advertisements

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My Assignment Book

This recently rediscovered gem is a poem that I wrote for my 11th grade English class. It was an ode to the blue composition notebook in which I wrote down the homework assignments that I never did. It tickled me to write something heartfelt about an inanimate object. Especially one for which I had such […]

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