Ryan Bradley is working on some t- shirt designs
under his Aesthetically Declined name over at Society Six.
You should really admire them and gather up loose change
to buy one.
Our beloved Master of the Poetry University, Howie Good, has a new e-Chap out by Gold Wake Press entitled The St. Valentines Day Massacre. Here’s a preview of Good’s chapbook which I read this morning. It’s a must read.
After the Funeral
The angels must have been working a double shift. Table or booth? the hostess asked. The technical term is cardiomyopathy. We were crawling on our bellies for the shelter of the pines. Drunken sex with strangers never could get olives and figs to grow. An old farmer came out to the field and poked me in the ribs with the point of his shoe. I looked up. The expression on his face said there are no winners, only opponents.