Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
KATSARIDAPHOBIA i know ask anyone retching their guts out from chemotherapy or looking at their mom in a coffin or one of the 40,,000 kids who die everyday from wretched hunger if they would swap my cockroach problem for theirs Continue reading KATSARIDAPHOBIA by Vincent Zepp
PEMBROKE who wouldn’t swap some scops borborygmus thoughts for a few blocks of birds songs Vincent Zepp about Vincent Zepp. Arriving at the time in history (including literary history) when I did. I was blessed to have such a rich Continue reading Pembroke by Vincent Zepp
NEW YEARS EVE i did not sell a dyna gym to the couple at 406 front st # 4 they were too poor could not afford it i didn’t care cause by three i was in the arms of my Continue reading New Years Eve by Vincent Zepp
HOW TO TELL WHETHER YOUVE GOT ANGST ENNUI OR WELTSCHMERZ AFTER EATING AT ANOTHER MEXICAN RESTAURANT IN PITTSBURGH are you dissatisfied and worried in an introspective overthinking german way youve got angst. are you so tired of everything about the Continue reading How to tell whether youve got angst ennui or weltschmerz after eating at another mexican restaurant in pittsburgh by Vincent Zepp
Sunandha Kumariratana The Queen of Thailand in 1880 she drowned while her subjects watched they were forbidden to touch her Vincent Zepp about Vincent Zepp. Arriving at the time in history (including literary history) when I did. I was blessed Continue reading Sunandha Kumariratana The Queen of Thailand by Vincent Zepp
BEFORE I GO TO WORK TO WRITE ABOUT FASHION WEEK i only slept with the fan on once by accident and maybe four hours more the rest of the season never leching for the frottage of air conditioning the liz Continue reading Before I Go To Work To Write About Fashion Week by Vincent Zepp
DE GEDWONGEN LEDIGHEID VAN MARS / THE ENFORCED IDLENESS OF MARS BY DUTCH ARTIST DAVID RIJCKAERT III september of the twelve september is the judas with the kiss of betrayal the ear unsevered the recant of silver and the hanging Continue reading De Gedwongen Ledigheid Van Mars / The Enforced Idleness Of Mars by Dutch Artist David Rijckaert III. by Vincent Zepp
MY IMPS NAMES ARE ILLEMAUZAR PYEWACKETT he was a great poet i remember eating chili at the new college diner in state college pa reading bukowski i dont remember how i came to know his poetry imagine at thirteen he Continue reading My Imps Names Are Illemauzar Pyewackett by Vincent Zepp