May 31
Unknown Poet on a June night at the beginning of summer I started going back through some of the old magazines where I had some of my early poems published and when I read them over again after so many years had come and gone it was like discovering some unknown poet for the very …
Apr 24
Bigfoot She was enjoying the cheap red wine While I was drinking bottled beer Because I liked beer in bottles better than cans –When I die- I asked her –Will you come to my funeral— She glanced at me over the top of her glass –What the hell kind of question is that— –What— I …
