Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Untitled Poem Some young man told me this pill works wonders Don’t know if he’s wrong or right But I do appreciate his blunders They roll nicely down the incline of my spine Eugenia Borkowski From BIG HAMMER No. 12, Continue reading eugenia borkowski | untitled poem
Madman There was a time when to call someone a madman was to give him a complement. Usually this person had done something so far out of the ordinary or had exacted some little task with such an attention to Continue reading tom kryss | madman
“Movement is the key to everything,” I over- heard one of the trainers at the gym say – amen to that- I can’t help wondering if I’m a textbook example of a middle-aged person endeavoring to retain as much youth Continue reading mark weber | movement is the key to everything