Through a medium of what was thenA Poem by andrew mitchell
It took a seance
to bring back the soul of a poem from the dead, and an Ouji board to decipher the meaning while the raven squawks at the possible rebirth - the resurrection of Poe, a shadow moved across the page blowing out the candle. On the relighting the book was closed, a black cat lies by watching a figure leaving the room resembling Dr. Tarr or Professor Fether but things are not always what they seem. © 2023 andrew mitchell |
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Added on February 21, 2023 Last Updated on February 21, 2023 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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