Monthly Archives: March 2011

Poetry is an art Plagued by bad artists Though you could say That about painting, Sculpture, Music, Especially prose Poetry is special No rules Just words Anyone can write it Call it art Plaster it everywhere Pseudo-intellectual vomit On paper … Continue reading →

The phone rang once, vibrating, shaking the small end table, jangling keys and loose change. It paused and gave another vibration, crawling towards the edge of the table as it shook. Paul turned over in his bed, groaning, flinging the … Continue reading →