Author: Heinz Funfsieben

Poetry

Fucked

I’ve been thinking for a while I’m stuck in this stupid riot I no longer know where i belong Starving…

Credo

All beings hitherto have created something beyond themselves: and ye want to be the ebb of that great tide, and…

Credo

It could have been the home made scratchings of a mad and lonely farmer, or the demented howls of…