Poem, satire.

Poem, pastiche, satire.

One story I worked on during the Autumn of 1981 focused on “The Teachers,” a commune-school group in Wales with an office in London. Although I didn’t end up writing about that group then, I did interview some of their principals in London. My story would have focused specifically on a young child who had been put out into the wilderness alone at night by the group, for some minor misdeed or another. Mine would have been a good story, had I chosen to formally write it up and have it published.

Rudi Christopher and I met at London’s Thames Day in Autumn 1981. He had spina bifida, but he was kayaking near the Houses of Parliament that day. I later interviewed him at his college in Alton. He had great abilities, and big dreams, and I hope he is doing well today.

Fruit of betrayal I was subjected to by a very trusted friend. It was also influenced by a video I watch on youtube concerning the former British prime minister Margaret Thatcher. It can also been seen as an overt critic towards capitalism. It written with a similar pattern of the Ghanaian pledge.

Any man who hates babies and dogs can’t be all bad.