A Personification of Death





We are now into the tenth month of the Donald Trump Cabal (not that he has the brains to conceive or run a cabal): strange times, watching for signs and portents. I ran into Death back stage a few months back.  We did not have much to say to each other, which is odd considering the first book of poetry I ever put together was titled “For the Love of Death: the early years”.  I guess it is true what they say “familiarity does breed contempt”.

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About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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