Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
David Roskos is a people’s publisher, he’s from the old school where you still use a printer and old-fashioned ink, and staples, and wrinkled poems that come in via the mail, and the poems in BIG HAMMER reflect a vision Continue reading burn yr d.a. levy nite-lite by d.a. levy, tom kryss & dave roskos→
Second Guessing Billy Joel on the Carson show sings ‘that way you are’ song while we munch on pizza, bed rumpled from our love making on this, our wedding night, in one of the two motels in my two Continue reading Second Guessing & one other poem by Pris Campbell→
Broken Windows I can’t bear the pain buried deep inside my shattered soul. bits of razor glass lodged inside, scar tissue growing over memories etched in skin that ease the truth when mixed with liquid fire until the flames grow Continue reading Broken Windows and two other poems by Tammy Herrin→
Milner Place (25 January 1930 – 28 May 2020) was an English writer most well known for his poetry. He was born in Thirsk, North Yorkshire to Dorothy F. Place and Tom Place. He had three siblings, Ullin, Dorothy and Continue reading Top Hold by Milner Place→
David Roskos is a people’s publisher, he’s from the old school where you still use a printer and old-fashioned ink, and staples, and wrinkled poems that come in via the mail, and the poems in BIG HAMMER reflect a vision Continue reading Poem for Philip K. Dick & Ray Bradbury by Dave Roskos→
APRIL IN PARIS UNDECIDED Is that why some girls are called April? Because they are so changeable? One minute they’re sunbathing pretending they’re on the beach at St Tropez and Continue reading April in Paris undecided by Mark Weber→
David Roskos is a people’s publisher, he’s from the old school where you still use a printer and old-fashioned ink, and staples, and wrinkled poems that come in via the mail, and the poems in BIG HAMMER reflect a vision Continue reading Be a direct action hero today! by Dave Roskos→
Castaway On a Sea of Twisted Smiles Now I’m sleeping in, As if the sunlight were Something else to outrun. It’s always a slow motion Slide into depression, Cold sweat up And down my protruding Spine, Eyelids like heavy Boulders Continue reading Castaway On a Sea of Twisted Smiles & Two other poems by Ted Jackins→
River Roads It was my first trip back to Boston after your breathless rush, crammed boxes stacked like fortresses against my grief, into the arms of another woman, the first time I had courage enough to stand on that steaming Continue reading River Roads by Pris Campbell→
Poem for the Good Officer Serrano Who Transported Me to The Psych Ward Let’s hear it for another great Italian Ladies & Gentleman! Seaside Heights PD Officer Serrano! in memory of Officer Brian Sicknick of New Jersey when I sat Continue reading Poem for the Good Officer Serrano Who Transported Me to The Psych Ward & Two other poems by Dave Roskos→