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GRANDMOTHER MADGE'S DECEMBER 1938 POEMS.

(The little black ring binder she typed these poems in is dated through April of 1941. My mother was born in November of 1941 and so...

MADGE'S NOVEMBER 1938 POEMS

She was seventeen. PRAYER AGAINST BEING AFRAID Dear God-- Kind God-- Show me Thy way. Light me a path-- Let me not stray. Teach me Thy...

Let's See How Long We Can Keep Going.

(Maybe don't read too much into that title, unless you just need to.) More of my Grandmother Madge's poems. MY COWARDICE Facing life is...

Post-Post-Modern-Post-Coronavirus.

Let's see if this works. It's been months since I blogged. (Or clogged. Then again, I think I may never have clogged.) Another poem by my...

The Gruesome Demise of My First Fiance.

Well I don't feel like dredging back through all these posts to figure out if I've already told you this story or not. But I was high on...

Just a Tad More About Sofonda.

In 2011 we did seven shows, including a Gay Pride show with rainbow costumes and a disco number. That year "like to killed me," as they...

Even More About Sofonda.

The Posey Peep Show went on tour in 2009 to NYC. We played some dive, the Slipper Room in Manhattan, The House of Yes in Brooklyn, and...

Still More About Sofonda.

And there's a lot. It was from 2007 to 2019 that she was active...and she still kinda is, she's working on her second album...the first...

More About Sofonda.

Sofonda came about because I had a drag queen friend who guided my many steps towards actually having some sort of personality, when I...

Sofonda.

I promised you I'd tell you about Sofonda. Sofonda Peters is a well-known drag queen moniker. It's been used, goodness knows how many...

How Many Times

is she gonna tell everybody to just fuck off. As many times as she needs to. As many times as it takes.

That's Just Enough.

Telling me that there's some kind of hell I am going to after I die. That is just E-FUCKING-NUFF. That is just mean. Life is hard enough,...

Ding-Dangit.

I guess people are just o'n'ry. You are, I am, we all are. Who cares? Just be o'n'ry for chrissakes. Or, just stuff all the o'n'ry and...

O, These Family Poems!

I have one more here by Madge Hall, that is, Myrtice Talmage Hall, the girl who married Harold Thomas; she married "beneath" her...

Now lemme tell y'somethin'.

I realize that it's cool to have these writings from my dear ancestors, even such as they are. So don't think I'm being disrespectful....

Here's One for the Me Too Movement.

(You didn't think I was gonna. Oh but I did, how I did, yes I did.) THE BAREFOOT GIRL. You may lud, as you please, the barefoot boy, With...

The Final Stretch.

Almost done. BABY AND MOTHER. M--Knowest of life, my baby? B--Aye, not yet. M--Knowest thou its toilings, dear one? B--I do not fret....

If She Hadn't Been So Busy

with the housework, her poems might have been better. Or at least, better constructed. I felt the same way in college. I was always just...

And Speaking of Smartasses...

...I just ordered one of these off EBay, but it's in German; they woulda figured it out had they consulted an online translator......

NELL'S WISH.

Annie, Mary, Bettie, Janie-- How I love my dollies sweet! Now I want you dressed up finely; All the folks you'll have to meet, Will see...

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