Sometimes, nothing short of a public flogging is required to get a point across.
In time for Halloween, a spooky poem I wrote a few years ago that tells the tale of a fisherman and his rather peculiar cat
When someone sends you a dozen emails threatening to shove a broken baseball bat into various parts of your anatomy, it’s time to call it a day.
I actually get a kick out of reading my Wordpress spam these days. Either the spammers have gotten dumb as wood (no offense to any treants that may be reading this blog) or they are deliberately just screwing around for some arcane reason that only makes sense in the alternate reality they live in.