Norman Douglas

MUSICAL memory is the mother of muses (of which some say there are three others count nine). and what is music but that which comes of muses musing deep enough our hearts do ...

Norman Douglas

wildcat fools i send my all. so many lessons, blessings. a season awash with insecurity, the threat of lonely weakness, isolation, alienation. let us remind us that these seasons flow into and out of inside out ups...

Norman Douglas

1. fuck you fuck you fuck you scribbled the self- proclaimed, officially acclaimed, pharmaceutically addle-brained bourgeois poet in morning electric’s light. okay, i added the burgher bit because i’m talking cit...

Norman Douglas

Rabbit and Crow watched as the sun came round over the field. "Did you sleep well?" Rabbit asked Crow. “I dreamed that I was running through the meadow,” said Crow. “Ah,” said Rabbit. Rabbit and Crow set ...