Monday, February 8th, 2010
dave roskos
better to jot down lines
than sniff them
better to write a bad
aaaaaaaapoem
than no poem at all.
Posts Tagged ‘Iniquity Press’
Sunday, January 17th, 2010
todd moore | pure blood primal: the poetry of kell robertson
Cowboy Poet, Kell Robertson, Outside Vesuvio’s Bar, North Beach, San Francisco, 2001, Copyright: A.D. Winans
I’m listening
to Kell Robertson sing When You Come Down Off The Mountain. His voice sounds like his throat has been sandblasted raw, gravel over gravel, bourbon through phlegm. The second he sings the line, Just remember, you gotta [...]
Thursday, January 14th, 2010
david roskos | our lady of simultaneous orgasm
Painting by: S. Clay Wilson
OUR LADY OF SIMULTANEOUS ORGASM
St. Louis the Absurd had heard that a young prostitute
had been performing miracles at the Shrine of Our Lady
of Simultaneous Orgasm in Laodocea.
The impotent and sterile travelled thousands of miles
from every direction to touch the hem of her garter belt.
“Who fucked me?” she once asked at an [...]
Wednesday, January 6th, 2010
paul sohar | homing poems
Paul Sohar drifted as a young refugee from Hungary to the US. After receiving a B. A. in philosophy he drifted into a lab job hoping to pursue literature on the side, and the results have slowly appeared in dose to two hundred publications and six books of translations, die most significant being ,,Maradok – [...]
Friday, January 1st, 2010
joe weil | life had gotten…
Life had gotten
too clever for Hondo Molovinski. Cleverness was at the core of all his broken relationships: clever women, yoga instructors and lawyers, women from rich families who slummed with Hondo because he was reasonably good looking, knew the names of obscure punk bands, and could fuck all night with the aid of a [...]
