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When I became a man, they said,
I’d put away these childish things.

Elixir
I, the forgotten, rejected, the Great Unwanted.

Hentun and the Storm Bear
In the land of Winter’s heroes,
where the great white Storm Bear wanders.

Magic Dragon plc
For the director of music. 12-bar blues.

The road mistaken
Dearest, this is not the end:
Death received us long ago.

Rooms to let, unfurnished
A hearth with seasoned oak and tinder laid
awaits a spark to set the fuel ablaze.

Scribbles found in a margin
Between the light of purposed action
   and the darkness of the deed,
a shadow falls.

The Spam
(With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe)
See my inbox full of spam —
Email spam!

To an editor
Dear Sir: Your silence sets my ears ablaze;
   your spurning pen is eloquently mute.