Author of Below the Precipice, and Taken For Granite, and The Dis'pearedGoFundMe@deaths-at-the-lake.... View More
Phillip Mcnichol
Male.
Lives in United States.
Born on January 1, 1969.
Is single.
About Me
I'm a deep mofo when I want to be.
Buwahahaha. Truth Social is boring.
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Poor literary minorities, allegedly in squalor from the inner-city and racialized, uneducated, and vindictive, and liberal think-tank foundations, work together to suck taxpayer Endowment of the Arts ... View More
Finally! House Made of Letters On Shaky Grounds, Explained
In this longer free-rhyme poem/prose, I recite it in its tongue-twisting brilliance and happiness. Born of a dream, I wrote it out of the excessive racism in rap and inner-city educated pawns of the l
Recital.
Where are you, Conservative establishment?
Liberal gatekeepers help racial minorities for cheap division and poor, degrading literary art.... View More
Finally! House Made of Letters On Shaky Grounds, Explained
In this longer free-rhyme poem/prose, I recite it in its tongue-twisting brilliance and happiness. Born of a dream, I wrote it out of the excessive racism in rap and inner-city educated pawns of the l
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1st Time Director Seeks Funds to Save Lake, Hist., organized by Phillip F Mcnichol
I am P. Francis,
I am an author, who cannot get books that a… Phillip F Mcnichol needs your support for 1st Time Director Seeks Funds to Save Lake, Hist.
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Freedom, and the "Kim" Poem
Here, I delve into aspects of the freedom of art and expressionism, even at the expenses of anonymity and public discourse.
I also discuss the poem "Kim", its origination, and how it came to be with
My 4th Published Work.
(Saw the series and did a quick write-up.)
Where's the money?
Chasm, a Poem, and Alcohol, a Poem
Poem: Angel Eyes
Angel Eyes, a Recitation and Some Light Mythology from a Man's Perspective
Angel Eyes
They are murderous eyes, upon closer gaze.
They are a femme fatale's guise
In a splendid enigma and siren's maze
They mesmerize
As they stab, and slash
And they n