Two Poems

Uphill If asked what the most beautiful sight on earth is I’d probably say that it’s the feeling of...

Rick

was this old friend of mine who gave me my first and only award for poetry. it was near 3 in the morning and we were drunk on cheap vodka, complaining how we couldn’t get published...

What One Gives Up

My heart has grown docile, less inclined to thrash about and strain at the leash. Maybe that’s the way it goes: we come into the world like...

Ghost Light

This is no ordinary dark. In my day it took heavy machinery to drill through it: ellipsoidal spotlights when Fresnel bits broke, and mixing-bowl-shaped reflector floods— scoops, so-called— to shovel out the dark and...

insecstasy

they mess with your head she said these tiny little fruit flies i couldn’t argue we were well into the second bottle of good red & the bastards wouldn’t let...

Easing the Monsters: An Interview with Charles Bukowski

Bukowski on poetry, craft, the 9-to-5, and “easing the monsters,” among other topics.​ Dougherty: In your poems, you sometimes write about enjoying your time at the...

RUBY

He lived with a pigeon, his entire apartment was covered in bird-shit, he dealt good hash, but it was a horror, no surface was untouched, it didn’t seem to bother him and...

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Rick

was this old friend of mine who gave me my first and only award for poetry. it was near 3 in the morning and we were drunk on cheap vodka, complaining how we couldn’t get published...

What One Gives Up

My heart has grown docile, less inclined to thrash about and strain at the leash. Maybe that’s the way it goes: we come into the world like...

RUBY

He lived with a pigeon, his entire apartment was covered in bird-shit, he dealt good hash, but it was a horror, no surface was untouched, it didn’t seem to bother him and...

Ghost Light

This is no ordinary dark. In my day it took heavy machinery to drill through it: ellipsoidal spotlights when Fresnel bits broke, and mixing-bowl-shaped reflector floods— scoops, so-called— to shovel out the dark and...

Two Poems

Uphill If asked what the most beautiful sight on earth is I’d probably say that it’s the feeling of...

I’ll get you into a multimillionaire’s pool party

Roger said he could get me into a multimillionaire’s pool party with Jimmy Buffet playing alcohol and paradise but I don’t want to go I’d just be daydreaming of...

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Two Poems

Uphill If asked what the most beautiful sight on earth is I’d probably say that it’s the feeling of...

Rick

was this old friend of mine who gave me my first and only award for poetry. it was near 3 in the morning and we were drunk on cheap vodka, complaining how we couldn’t get published...

What One Gives Up

My heart has grown docile, less inclined to thrash about and strain at the leash. Maybe that’s the way it goes: we come into the world like...

Two Poems

Uphill If asked what the most beautiful sight on earth is I’d probably say that it’s the feeling of...

Rick

was this old friend of mine who gave me my first and only award for poetry. it was near 3 in the morning and we were drunk on cheap vodka, complaining how we couldn’t get published...

What One Gives Up

My heart has grown docile, less inclined to thrash about and strain at the leash. Maybe that’s the way it goes: we come into the world like...

Ghost Light

This is no ordinary dark. In my day it took heavy machinery to drill through it: ellipsoidal spotlights when Fresnel bits broke, and mixing-bowl-shaped reflector floods— scoops, so-called— to shovel out the dark and...

insecstasy

they mess with your head she said these tiny little fruit flies i couldn’t argue we were well into the second bottle of good red & the bastards wouldn’t let...

Two Poems

Uphill If asked what the most beautiful sight on earth is I’d probably say that it’s the feeling of...

Rick

was this old friend of mine who gave me my first and only award for poetry. it was near 3 in the morning and we were drunk on cheap vodka, complaining how we couldn’t get published...

What One Gives Up

My heart has grown docile, less inclined to thrash about and strain at the leash. Maybe that’s the way it goes: we come into the world like...

Two Poems

Uphill If asked what the most beautiful sight on earth is I’d probably say that it’s the feeling of...

Rick

was this old friend of mine who gave me my first and only award for poetry. it was near 3 in the morning and we were drunk on cheap vodka, complaining how we couldn’t get published...

What One Gives Up

My heart has grown docile, less inclined to thrash about and strain at the leash. Maybe that’s the way it goes: we come into the world like...

Ghost Light

This is no ordinary dark. In my day it took heavy machinery to drill through it: ellipsoidal spotlights when Fresnel bits broke, and mixing-bowl-shaped reflector floods— scoops, so-called— to shovel out the dark and...

insecstasy

they mess with your head she said these tiny little fruit flies i couldn’t argue we were well into the second bottle of good red & the bastards wouldn’t let...