Not much of a story, but it’s hocus-pocus fun to read aloud while camping by the fire. I promise it will spook all your grandkids, and best of all: you can modify the tale to your liking and tell them that it’s fully true: fully, absolutely, wholly true.
Grateful For HAVING NOTHING
Ersatz autobiography. For Chloe and my cousin. Love ya.
Took a little creative license because I care a lot!
YOU? IN WONDERLAND
What will you do in Wonderland? Will you smoke weed or will you eat magical fruits the colour of cherry blossoms, the shape of a woman’s curve, and with the smell of mountain honey? Will you drink- red- wine, or will you drink water more expensive than the liquid quartz in Evian? Will you keep fire as your pet, or will you tame the air? Will you hug the well-meaning man who invented antidepressants or will you just savour salty pizza?
Are you even in Wonderland?
MY PEACE from PIAVE
Arthur Rimbaud, how full of inspiration you were. You exhausted your demons and angels at an early age, and off you flew to catch little slaves and other such fair, fairy trinkets. A shame. If you still roam this earth, do you find your peace when you’re sunbathing near a pieve in Piave?
In any case, thank you, good man, for inspiring this piece.