A Midnight Thirst
A Midnight Thirst  A midnight thirst comes upon me. The air between us burns. We bend to the moon. ...
A Midnight Thirst  A midnight thirst comes upon me. The air between us burns. We bend to the moon. ...
Studs Terkel used to describe himself as a radical conservative. Radical, in the sense of ‘root’, and...
CHAPTER FIFTEEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Wet wind blew against the windshield. We got out and walked, hands deep...
Over at Cahiers de Corey Josh has a post about poetry that just depresses the hell out of me, though maybe...
This is one of the very few ‘9-11’ poems I wrote that survived the garbage can. Since the...
Track 28 Â the eroded faces of men sinking into smoke and martinis, replenished lips kissing the dented...
I’ve been writing poetry again. it’s difficult to overcome my disgust with poetry, but really, my...
CHAPTER FOURTEEN Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â At 9:15 Stronghole kicked the door in. That made it 100%, cause...