The Mysterious Death Of Edgar Allan Poe.

October 7, 1849 Edgar Allen Poe, the patron-saint of Gothic prose, dies. A far-cry from the talented, eloquent writer we all all know him to be – Poe dies a haggard, frail shell of a man. Four days before, he had been seen at Ryan’s Tavern in Balitmore, crashing into furniture in an apparently-drunken stuporContinue reading “The Mysterious Death Of Edgar Allan Poe.”

Yellow-Skinned Targets — Confessions of a Doctor to be (Helen Qin Reblog)

Fracturing, shattering, social disharmony, An invisible threat makes them reach for their armoury. Seeking a scapegoat to bestow all the blame, Fingers land on my heritage and then comes the shame. *** Where I see my skin they see yellow-stained targets, To launch insult missiles and harsh verbal rockets. The air is an echo of […]Continue reading “Yellow-Skinned Targets — Confessions of a Doctor to be (Helen Qin Reblog)”