Blind at birth, he grew to be a depraved blind man, twenty seven and still living with his mother, sitting in his bedroom amongst a clutter of flowers that she bought him out of his fondness for sweet scents-asters, carnations,…
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Blind at birth, he grew to be a depraved blind man, twenty seven and still living with his mother, sitting in his bedroom amongst a clutter of flowers that she bought him out of his fondness for sweet scents-asters, carnations,…
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A new film on Dillinger
Public Enemy, with Johnny Depp
is coming out soon.
What better time
to feature a new poem
by American’s best outlaw poet?
–Victor
burning the
crow
folsom shot…
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The Often Too Short, Unpredictable, Yet Glorious
Life of An Independent Small Press Magazine
or
God Bless The Small Press
By: Charles P. Ries
(originally published in Free Verse thanks to Charles for this essay–Victor)
When I heard that…
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With Jason Michel
David LaBounty has written three novels. He writes the kind of novels that you wish you could write, if only you had any talent. His stories are tough and tragic. Each paragraph is tense and minimalist, like…
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poem for chrissy
my first apartment had
bars on the windows
and a hawk with
one eye that sang
like little jimmy scott
every time it rained
this girl down the
hall liked to…
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