Catherine Eisner

                    The tree yet fettered though irons break free                     grows, cage embedded in the living bark.              ...

(In Praise of William Blake   despite the odd detractor.)     For he’s a jolly good fellow   and so say all of us which Nobodaddy can deny. ...

                                 That cry in the night                                  can be a train whistle,                             ...

Bullion Dross Since Death these days is on everyone’s lips, we pledge ourselves to His buyers’ market; a mortal spark will trade a lo...

Capital murder? Yes. In two senses.  I refer to the notorious forgery of an Emily Dickinson poem fabricated by the homicidal fraud ster and...