Author Archives: Sine Pari Poet

A Poem Iconoclastic wrestling plastic in year twenty-two thousand Weary wear psychics beware… Forbidden to lose one’s hair— A. Life became wealthily fair. ——————- Arabic Alphabet = Kitchen Cabinet; arranged by type, like with like categorically positioned, original: No Capitals and No grammatical Correction by Design is Perfection. ——————- The Truly Original Individual, by way of hatredContinue reading “Aye, Iconoclast”

What’s something you do completely differently from how you were raised? My father was a child and adolescent psychiatrist and my mother is a registered nurse. It was akin to growing up in a hospital-like environment. It was so clean that it was sterile. I live freely now. I no longer look to doctors asContinue reading “Rebel at Heart”