One afternoon before the close of the fiscal year I received a phone call. As a member of the union’s executive team, I guessed the phone call had something to
There always have been different “schools’ of poetry, Surrealists, Futurists, Modernists, PostModernists, Language poets. Where are the Technologists? Read my essay on the subject with references to poems by Nina
A domain name with the same name floating in the clouds. She’s got an architect’s degree and travels to Italy. Great foreign legions of Lenore. What does she know of
It was a humzinger of a dream, baby, I dreamed it for you, baby. Gypsy Rose Lee put away your feathers. Things get muddled with interlocking conglomerates high profit on
All the best in this season of rekindled light. Here’s a review of my book that appeared in Poetry Flash. Thanks to Zara Raab. Poetry Flash Review
What language do you think I’m talking? Yes, give me a cigarette. I’m feeling about as shitty as yesterday when they brought me in and my hand hurts. It’s bandaged.