Well, got TWO months up on the Big Poetry Site ... May and June 1997 ... 48 poems! Again, that's all at http://i.am/btripp ... go take a look. But, WAIT! That's Not All! There's a new poem penned over the past 24 hours! ISN'T THAT AMAZING ?! Aside from that, all sorts of real-world depressing crap is going down ... but you don't want to know about it ... better to take it filtered through the poetry lens. HOW HORRIDLY THESE DAYS UNFOLD the darkness intrudes in every aspect this shadow follows wherever we may go whatever we may do no matter the context still there is doom and it stains our soul no more tomorrows all future is grey shaded like graves walls closer than tombs we lie in no casket and yet we decay putrescence to dust decline into ash all our plans all our hopes all our dreams are broken here all things good are corrupted there is no joy unsullied there is no prayer unmocked we spiral in descent wasted and waste flushed out by a world which has no use for those like me spurned at every hand with sneers of disgust or total indifference our anguish has no lower limit these terrors have no end there is no waking from this nightmare there is no release from this looming curse - Brendan Tripp 11/09/2001 Copyright © 2001 by Brendan Tripp