Yes, I do write sometimes...

 

And yes, I do have an urge to share my scribblings with the World...

 

And look, there comes the Internet! Is there a better way to share my most intimate thoughts with the Public?

Actually, there is, but that is not the point...

 

So, if you enjoy peeking into morbid thoughts of a not very sane mind, please enter.

 

And if you are a reasonable, feet-firmly-on-the-ground type of person, skip this part. It might give you nightmares, and I don't want you to hate me for that.

 

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Contents…

Trieste

An essay on the Italian town

 

Happy Birthday, Arnie!

Quarter of a century...

 

Substitutes

A gloomy poem…

 

This Must Be Underwater Love

This one has a happy ending

 

Deceiver

Dedicated to all successful people and the consumer society

 

The Wings of Black

For the dark thing in all of us

 

The Lay

Philosophical musing

 

It's How It Ends

What do you think?

 

Forgiven

Science has its limits

 

Forgiven II

The Sequel...

 

The Wonderland

One down... Who knows how many more left...

 

Special Edition

What came out of the joint recreation...

(Not on the tour.)

 

The Poems of the Green Table

A few short, card-playing poems. Limericks, almost

(Not on the tour, either.)

 

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