NO MONEY NO TIME
No money no time
The days aren’t mine.
Sky that was solid
Grows thin as pallid
Congregants of cloud
Couple and uncouple
Above a crowd
Of cornstalk stubble,
Of golden rod
And purple Asters,
Milkweed pod
And hay in pastures.
Crimson hands of woodbine
Thread the indelible sign.
THE MAN WHO CAN'T DIE
"Frankel once again produces a thrilling futuristic dystopia which includes white-knuckle action, lots of sex and drugs, and a post-menopausal white-haired research scientist heroine who is trying to save the world from her own mad genius." Buy on Amazon | Buy on Whiskey Tit
GAHA: BABES OF THE ABYSS
"It's hard to put down this book, full of Frankel's autodidact ramblings and wild flights of language." Buy on Amazon | Buy on Whiskey Tit
SPECIMEN TANK
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