Don't Let The Bastards Grind You Down Les Marcott
This song is for all the boys back in St. Louis. You realize I was run out of St. Louis. Yea, too much wine, women, and song.
The Cumbersome Canyon
Neighborhood Association Les Marcott
I'm sorry to say…this is not a social visit. You must understand Mr. Singleton that if I show up at your door…it's not necessarily a good thing.
First Times Arthur Meiselman
I think it's the music I hear from her fingertips and the slight fragrance of her hair just at the back of her neck.
Poems Of The Mad Prophet Griselda Steiner
I am the Mad Prophet
From an ancient generation
Three Poems Kathi Wolfe
On Emily Dickinson's Birthday
I Didn't Know Ted Baxter Would Save My Life
What A Holiday Alan S. Kleiman
At The Nightclub, Don't Forget The Oil, Clairvoyance, On The Road
Visionnaire Alessandro Cusimano
Dead, I walk the city, thirsty for some unfiltered ron from an island I've never seen. My face reflects on each thing I pass, and I can't help but focus on it.