Confess it!
All of you.
You'd get a vicarious thrill
Out of walking the Jack the Ripper Tour,
Or spending a trepidatious night
In the O.J. murder mansion,
Or the Lizzie Bordon Bed & Breakfast.
And admit it!
I will.
We've all followed newspaper accounts
With a morbid fascination
As a serial killer's tally mounts.
Quality poetry with depth, interesting imagery and content steeped in the author's love of history and literature. Scroll down to my profile on the lower left side of this blog. It references my writing credentials, which include a nomination for a Pushcart Award, and being chosen by the North American Review as a finalist for the James Hearst Poetry Award. Personal Favorites: "What if Wile E. Coyote had Caught the Road Runner" "Whatever Happened to Clyde Clifford"
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Saturday, November 20, 2010
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