The Last Bender, Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â On the way home I drank a half gallon of warm tonic water and twisted through the dial in search of something besides cooking...
Read MoreCHAPTER ELEVEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â On the way home I drank a half gallon of warm tonic water and twisted through the dial in search of something besides cooking...
Read MoreLang Po and its descendents are the poetic equivalent of the Progressive, Jazz/Rock fusion music of the 1970’s. They are the Emerson Lake and Palmer of the poetry...
Read MoreCHAPTER TEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Despite vigorous protest I left Linda a C note to pay my part of the check and drove uptown to twist Clara Turback’s arm. For...
Read MoreThis is the apocalyptic, visionary Whitman, the Whitman who is akin to Rimbaud’s Illuminations. Here, in a single stanza he goes from a vision of ice to a vision...
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