Late For Class
it’s sunshine simple, this dark that rises and realizes that riot is not the only way everyday sad will suffice to attest to the regress inherent in a people’s democracy, … Keep Reading
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A Quisling Or Two Of Big Data.
An occasional brief chronicle of the goings on of this or that day, maybe. A few, minimal, samples of one’s creative writing, well, O.K. And a brief C.V. with a … Keep Reading
At Least Six Feet Of Poems
At Least Six Feet Of Poems I don’t want to see this poem on any printed page, nor periodical, one-off— or collection I want my poemin’ to be buried with … Keep Reading
Taking A Bite Of The Unabated
I can’t recall poemin’ about the orphanage (wards of the state are prone to dropping Gs) and please stash the solicitude and sympathies as decades have washed the Dickens out … Keep Reading
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Gelid
The raw of this winter is permanently baked but I’ ll fake acknowledgement of a thaw a tepid lie to the tune of truth a song of spring pops to … Keep Reading
Bias Lighting
I spent, damn near, an hour trying to determine the best lightbulb for that chicken shit cheap articulated lamp, he said. He pointed up to the red metal fixture. Lumens, … Keep Reading