Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Cowboy Poet, Kell Robertson, Outside Vesuvio’s Bar, North Beach, San Francisco, 2001, Copyright: A.D. Winans KELL ROBERTSON’S POETRY: THE (OUTLAW) BOOKS OF KELL’S (An essay/interview) “It requires much more imagination to grasp the obvious than the recondite.”— William Barrett Sometime Continue reading gary brower | kell robertson's poetry | the (outlaw) books of kell's
The cover was a collage I did for A.D. Winans as a present for his 74th birthday last year. Bill had already asked me to do the book, so I showed him the collage. He liked it, so we ended Continue reading s.a. griffin | they swear we don't exist
You’ve been in my thoughts and heart all day long my friend. We’ve just lost one of the great ones. I’ve been dealing with it all day long, had to leave the house, be with people. This is a tough Continue reading s.a. griffin |venus in the badlands
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What It Is– for Todd Moore’s 70th
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