Category Archives: Larry Ackerman

You say I’m, “schizophrenic”—what is that?
The label on the jar I’m prison’d in? Continue reading →

Let my Life be a Sign-post pointing to Paradise—
Let me shake, high on my post in the stiff winds
That, in spite of all the noise swirling around me,
I might remain faithful—a still and steady Pointer.

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