mike koehler | polly poem

The other night at Polly’s the cool September air added a gold taste to the beer and the Rhine. This short elderly cat walked in, done up in white silk shirt and dark blue silk suit, gold-rimmed glasses, head shaved Continue reading mike koehler | polly poem

mike koehler | i have traveled miles and heard songs

I have traveled miles and heard songs along blacktop, gravel and concrete and the words thrum through the ether. You can join a revolution without leaving you car. Histories are being thrown at us. I have driven through scrap yards Continue reading mike koehler | i have traveled miles and heard songs