I bastardized an historical fiction today. I adulterated the ism, the -isy, the science of retelling. Yeah, I added invented dialogue to assumed events. Events I was convinced of, Events that are unlikely, Events that have been censored. But I couldn’t resist – the book was so dull, and the evidence is so scarce, and…
Tag: peace/responsibility
from Workers Of The Hours
5. I have brokered time out of a rut to forage for poem in the half caste, half-pulled down places, where the yellow and dark, the golden sheen, of some, their faces, lean, or fed the red meat white men grow empire on: extreme rut of a dream, rut of emotion expressed, rut of a…