careful edits that subvert
dreaded Medusa
This my attempt at a haiku based on bigography of her called Bitter Fame. I have half a book shelf devoted to her. Not sure if this all qualifies as a jam or not.
Medusa and her daughter?
Medusa and her granddaughter?'Green as eunuchs, your wishes
Hiss at my sins
Off, off, eely tentacle
there is nothing between us (16 October 1962
for many years my baby sister has looked back on her mother as some kind of hateful bitch. It has taken me a long time to get her to realize how much her mother loved her. And that she did do something about the theft of her childhood.'It was years before I dug her out
From where her shadow lay, like a bloodstain
Beneath the black stones
I had weighted her down with' Freida Hughes
When she put him out of the house it was like a death sentence for that man. He could not survive with out Rose. May he rest in peace.
A father to his sons, a nightmare to his daughter.
I will never forget how Rose shrieked and cried, threw herself on his coffin. While I froze up inside. Until November 22, 1963 when all hell broke loose.
carotid in hands
suicide by matricide
a horrified look