A Life of Sundays Add Up To One Thing by Grant Guy

A Life of Sundays Add Up To One Thing Sundays used to be The most boring day of the week Guess what Sundays still are Sundays could be salvaged If Sundays were the laziest day of the week Blue above Continue reading A Life of Sundays Add Up To One Thing by Grant Guy

Week by Michael Griffith

Week Blood and host Sunday Blow off Mom Monday Too much to Tuesday Bluetooth work Wednesday Three drink lunch Thursday Blowjob friend Friday Blurred-together Saturday Bloody lost Sunday Michael Griffith began writing poetry to help his mind and spirit become Continue reading Week by Michael Griffith

Ho De Ho Fiddle De Dee by G David Schwartz

Ho De Ho Fiddle De Dee Ho de ho. Fiddle de dee Where did she go. I want to know Where oh where is she. G. David Schwartz – the former president of Seedhouse, the online interfaith committee. Schwartz is Continue reading Ho De Ho Fiddle De Dee by G David Schwartz

I Went Walking Up The Road by G David Schwartz

I Went Walking Up The Road I went walking up the road Carful not to explode Up and down the road And it felt quite good. G. David Schwartz – the former president of Seedhouse, the online interfaith committee. Schwartz Continue reading I Went Walking Up The Road by G David Schwartz

Guess I’ll Put My Mouth In My Back Pocket by G David Schwartz

Guess I’ll Put My Mouth In My Back Pocket What ever you want to say as long as it’s true That’s what I would say to you It’s the truth please don’t knock it I’ll put my mouthy back in Continue reading Guess I’ll Put My Mouth In My Back Pocket by G David Schwartz

I’ve Been Very Hungry by G David Schwartz

I’ve Been Very Hungry I’ve been very hungry And I got very full On this tiny island There’s not much to do. G. David Schwartz – the former president of Seedhouse, the online interfaith committee. Schwartz is the author of Continue reading I’ve Been Very Hungry by G David Schwartz

Remember to Look at The Stars by Gwil James Thomas

Remember to Look at The Stars Today, we lost a beacon of genius in an era where blinding ignorance is celebrated. Now, my tawdry brain is left with nothing but gratitude, for you schooling me on the deceptive simplicity of Continue reading Remember to Look at The Stars by Gwil James Thomas

Five poems by John Grochalski

watching bumper to bumper traffic on fort hamilton parkway   there they all are stuck in a crooked line of dull metal red-faced as a newborn’s ass shouting into the stale stinking air above their digital dashboards spittle spraying windshields Continue reading Five poems by John Grochalski

Old Crow Can’t Cure Everything by John Patrick Robbins

Old Crow Can’t Cure Everything Words had slowed for the moment and I was on a hell of a binge. Maybe the page and me were going through a separation. Some thought I was losing steam others thought I was Continue reading Old Crow Can’t Cure Everything by John Patrick Robbins