Shakespeare’s most famous lie The quality of mercy is not strained. That’s bullshit.

Liberation of the Concentration Camps My wife Linda’s uncle buddy talking about liberating camp. From a documentary called Nghtmare’s End. youtu.be/VDvBf29HaMQ -

Liberation of the Concentration Camps My wife Linda’s uncle buddy talking about liberating camp. From a documentary called Nghtmare’s End. youtu.be/VDvBf29HaMQ -

A Wish for Us May all our nightmares not wake us in the night, but slip into the past where they belong.

The great poems About life are no help- They sit in some museum Looking pretty But you can't eat The word "tomato."

The great poems About death are no help— They sit in some desert Like the ruins left By someone You don’t know.

A Wish for You May all your creative dreams wake you in the night and force a pencil into your hand.

January 12, 2026 I can feel the ice on my fingers, the snow blowing across my face. The blue sky outside is lying to me.

My self is a bucket of old laundry. I wash it over and over And it never gets clean. Some days I just throw it in the river And watch it drown. But it Doesn’t matter. It rises from the water Smiling.

Yesterday, coming home, I found a black-leather woman's shoe on the street in front of my house. A simple shoe, what my wife calls a pump, underneath the shoe there was a dime. I thought immediately this was an omen of some kind, but can't decide if it's an omen of good or ill.

Christmas in the Concentration and Slave Labor Camps. lightning-and-ashes.blogspot.com/2025/12/chri...

Christmas Carols There are only 32 Christmas carols. 17 are about guys trying to prevent girls from walking out on them. 14 are about snow falling and chestnuts roasting. One is about a shepherd. Or maybe it's a reindeer.

Wisdom Note #1 We are out on this earth To fuck up.

Death is the sparrow you see in your dreams. If I try to explain this to you, I can’t. If you try to tell me I’m wrong, I won’t listen.

Trump is thinking of making Jan 6 a national holiday. (just kidding. I think)

3 years ago, we were watching the riots in DC. The republicans were watching a different channel. They’re still watching it.

Fuck Greenland I think the US should take over the Vatican! Put in a better pope! One who adheres to the American gospel of Hate Your Neighbor!

When you're reading there is no death, no madness, no darkness, just one holy word moving toward the next holy word.

When you're reading there is no death, no madness, no darkness, just one holy word moving toward the next holy word.

2026 the year of the ‘enemy’

Fuck Greenland I think the US should take over the Vatican! Put in a better pope! One who adheres to the American gospel of Hate Your Neighbor!

but the memory flailed to die

the blood rolled long in the dust like a fist and poleaxed him eventually when his guard was down the life sentence was passed

death is infinite life is constrained by each person’s span

Death and Life Death sings A sad song And life listens. Life then tries Her hand. She sings About trees And winter And the beach At nightfall When the singing Is done. Death smiles And says That’s nothing. Listen to this.

WAR The Polish boy was so frightened when he saw the German soldier that he forgot to take his cap off. The German said "pig," put his revolver to the boy's temple, and shot. The boy dropped and died with his arms flailing. The German kicked the cap into the street.

3 years ago, we were watching the riots in DC. The republicans were watching a different channel. They’re still watching it.

they sold tickets to view the new year’s moon things were looking up

Trump is thinking of making Jan 6 a national holiday. (just kidding. I think)

Death is the sparrow you see in your dreams. If I try to explain this to you, I can’t. If you try to tell me I’m wrong, I won’t listen.

Latest review for my mystery novel LITTLE ALTAR BOY

Latest review for my mystery novel LITTLE ALTAR BOY

I tear up old poems. Stick them to the wall. Listen to their groans. Wait for the silence to come like night. Then I paint over them.

Echoes of Tattered Tongues A YouTube of my reading and talking about my parents and their experiences under the Germans in world war 2. youtu.be/WcEWWwG989Y?...

Death and Life Death sings A sad song And life listens. Life then tries Her hand. She sings About trees And winter And the beach At nightfall When the singing Is done. Death smiles And says That’s nothing. Listen to this.

REISSUED! Says Art in America: “In this short volume, Gregory F. Tague seeks to understand how material culture and artistic behaviors adapt over time...” (December 2015). $14.45. www.amazon.com/Art-Adaptati...

This one will probably hurt. New fiction by Greg Schmidt today on Literary Veganism. www.litvegan.net

"...to feed her child mine." Microfiction by Stacey Bartlett today on Literary Veganism. www.litvegan.net

What do a cow, chicken, and hog have in common? The cow knows. New poetry by David Anson Lee, today on Literary Veganism. www.litvegan.net

"Don't tell me carrots scream..." Poetry by Pamela Kenley-Meschino today on Literary Veganism. www.litvegan.net

Boiled alive? New fiction today by Sarah Hunter on Literary Veganism. www.litvegan.net

WOKE book of the year. Details at my Google site: sites.google.com/site/gftague...

Poems today on Literary Veganism by John Pappas. www.litvegan.net

Wisdom Note #1 We are out on this earth To fuck up.

New Year's Poem Hope is kind. Hope is a door and a window. Hope is the silly neighbor child we ignore when we are children ourselves. Hope is the lesson learned too late. Hope is Friday and Sunday morning. Hope is soft cows in a distant pasture of grass. Hope is our mother.

Echoes of Tattered Tongues A YouTube of my reading and talking about my parents and their experiences under the Germans in world war 2. youtu.be/WcEWWwG989Y?...

New Year's Poem Hope is kind. Hope is a door and a window. Hope is the silly neighbor child we ignore when we are children ourselves. Hope is the lesson learned too late. Hope is Friday and Sunday morning. Hope is soft cows in a distant pasture of grass. Hope is our mother.

WAR The Polish boy was so frightened when he saw the German soldier that he forgot to take his cap off. The German said "pig," put his revolver to the boy's temple, and shot. The boy dropped and died with his arms flailing. The German kicked the cap into the street.