More teenage poetry
Mar. 18th, 2007 10:22 amIn 1983 and 1984 I'm in a shithole called Weston Creek High School, and mostly writing clunky poems and songs about conformity. I snuck this one, anonymously, into the school journal:
( Sign Against, 30 September 1983 )
There are also signs of an emerging personal system of symbols, including (oh dear, oh dear) a goddess of aggression, The Weasel.
( Nivalis, 1984 )
There are also fannish poems. About Snakedance. And The Time Monster. And you can't see 'em.
There are also signs of an emerging personal system of symbols, including (oh dear, oh dear) a goddess of aggression, The Weasel.
There are also fannish poems. About Snakedance. And The Time Monster. And you can't see 'em.