Lawrence Ferlinghetti: I Am Waiting
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
November 6, 2020 · 4 Comments
Allen Ginsberg: Sunflower Sutra
Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed, surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of machinery.
July 26, 2020 · 5 Comments
Jose Padua: The Birth of the Spoken Word Demon
I’d been back in Washington for a month when, standing by the magazine racks at Tower Records, I spotted someone I knew on the cover of High Times. It was … Continue reading
September 9, 2014 · Leave a comment
Let’s Hear It for Ball-Busting Poetry About a World Men Have Ruined!
Let’s have dangerous, trouble-making, side-sinister, cantankerous, mean poetry. Let`s have pure-damn evil poetry. Looking out my kitchen window, having watched a red-tailed hawk stoop and carry off a baby rabbit, … Continue reading
August 4, 2014 · 2 Comments
