New Poem.

As a university student you are very busy. The library is a treasure island where you can find anything at any hour of the day. You have to know how to get there of course especially if you have other plans for the day.

One never knows who’s lurking behind the next aisle.

What we know can kill us, make us happy, create a whole new world around us.

Restlessness on a Saturday at noon.

My father was a librarian, he walked with a limp and had a crooked arm. But he isn’t dead like this spirit. This makes 31 Halloween/Horror poems that I have written this month.

Dedicated to: Midnight Drakes.

Dedicated to: Midnight Drakes.

Dedicated to: Midnight Drakes.

Dedicated to: Midnight Drakes, never forget how wonderful you are and never doubt yourself.