From the OWC Community
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, gladiolus, tulips. Late at night, and sometimes in the morning, he brushed his lips...
Read more »
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
w/the 45
auto the
recoil made
his right
hand dance
across a
dry light
ning sky
then he
splashed
the wings
w/lighter
fluid &
got a hot
fire going
before
sitting cross
legged in
the weeds
i love the
way the
fire pops
its guts
folsom sd
it’s the
last time
the crow
gets to
sing
todd moore
Share:
These icons link...
Read more »
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 Linda Aschbrenner, The God Mother of All Wisconsin Poets was stepping down from her beloved Free Verse, I felt like a...
Read more »
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 Chuck Palahniuk dancing the tango with Hubert Selby Jr in someone’s nightmare. His latest novel...
Read more »
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 claim
that she could hear
helen keller’s ghost crying
through her bedroom wall
i thought she was probably just drunk
Share:
These icons link to social bookmarking sites where readers can share and discover...
Read more »
