Monthly Archives: April 2018

How many quarters (For Tapu on her birthday)   Don’t know how many quarters I might have left in my personal jukebox I write because that’s what I do I don’t dance I don’t art I don’t sing I don’t … Continue reading →

Note;  This is from the current play I’m working on. This would be the ending monologue to “Disorientation Day In Rutledge” set in September 2020 Another note; The school was originally “Rutledge Friends School” but was taken over by eminent … Continue reading →

In Defense of Vladmir Putin   Now that I’ve got your attention who was Jack the Ripper who shot Kennedy who where what   2) What do we  really know as opposed to what we think we know who what … Continue reading →

Note; This is for a playwriting class (adult night school) which I’m involved with. We were asked to write a Monologue. I excerpted it from a play entitled Disorientation Day.   Manalogue “Accept the challenges so that you can feel … Continue reading →

Short Poem on John Bolton   The spectre of John Bolton I find revolting