Category Archives: Updates

  Young lady, Luna Diane, this shitty gift of a black-assed poem upon the birth of your baby   girl, is sadly the best I think I can do. Of course my sister wouldn’t agree. Your grandmother   began parenting … Continue reading →

That flat-tired bicycle chained to the fence and rusty wheel barrow propped against the side of the house, like me flopped in this plastic lawn chair (though you better believe my wheels are spinning) are going nowhere while chickens cluck … Continue reading →

Don’t go down to the edge of Black Lake, they say there’s no story beneath the surface, no moral midst the chaos of mud and weeds, no answers pulled from its depths, just a mirror of plate glass, a sheet … Continue reading →

I fell in love with the wounded animal in you. I recognized it across the room, and I wanted to hold you, soothe you, and reassure myself we’d be okay as a team. Which meant a friend in the fifth … Continue reading →

Think of it, all the great poems we will never read, the uncollected gems no one tried to publish or those groundbreaking verses submitted to fall on ears that couldn’t hear their music or genius since no one had ever … Continue reading →

Dan Lavelle was a poet with impeccable credentials— he was a wild-ass Butte rat bound to a wheel chair after a mishap behind the wheel involving speed, involving age and rage and alcohol, of course. His curse (our reward) was … Continue reading →

Lee Nye played the sticks last night, Brought his musical pool cues he’d designed himself To demonstrate on my basement table. His bones, As he called them, were works of art, and as you might guess, The son-of-a-bitch could play. … Continue reading →

                       for Vic Charlo Two stools down, two white guys rebuild – sheet rock and tape – the house they’d worked on all day, tossing back pints of Miller beer. … Continue reading →

i do appreciate you my friend and your poems too   your directness is the key that honesty   will get your ass in trouble   dancing in the bullshit bubble of decorum   but you’re a poet just doing … Continue reading →

The Rolling Stones In concert Was no excuse But since I couldn’t Get stoned For the show Risk pot in my piss I decided I could Drink whiskey instead I don’t know why I thought I could But I did … Continue reading →