Musicalia #181: Night Launch
Night Launch Crossed signals cancel stars.Rockets embrace the darkto extinguish themselves. You can get the poem and playlist at The Drunken Odyssey. Continue reading Musicalia #181: Night Launch
Night Launch Crossed signals cancel stars.Rockets embrace the darkto extinguish themselves. You can get the poem and playlist at The Drunken Odyssey. Continue reading Musicalia #181: Night Launch
Ito Romo’s Filth Eaters crosses nearly a millennium in less than 150 pages, moving from vampires in the New World to a catastrophized New York City of 2069. You can read the review at Horror DNA. Continue reading At Horror DNA: Filth Eaters Review
A troubled family, an engineering student hired to keep an eye on things, and a piece of technology that probably isn’t going to improve anyone’s situation. Damien Fannon’s Ivan takes familiar horror material in unexpected directions. My review is up at Horror DNA. Continue reading At Horror DNA: Ivan Review
A Most Mysterious Him Clear from the film,clear from the foil,a most mysterious himset on the evening boil. I listen at the latch,the larch, the booby hatch.I’ve traveled down that road,the captain says, natch…. You can get the rest of the poem and the playlist at The Drunken Odyssey. Continue reading Musicalia #180: An Evening Boil
Where We Lay I remember placing my handon my grandpa’s back as he slepton the living-room floor. His breathing lifted my handafter my dad, his son… You can get the rest of the poem and the playlist at The Drunken Odyssey. Continue reading Musicalia 179: Still Here
Archie, I need help. I have forgottenthe words. I lost the shapeof memory. How to sing. Bring me my Crayolasand let me see to see…. You can get the rest of the poem and the playlist at The Drunken Odyssey. Continue reading Musicalia #178: In the Weeds
Fatal Visions with Mac “The Dagger” Macdeath What is this swagger I see before me?A rival to my standing? Come,let me camel clutch thee. I reach, but close my hands on air,a wrestler of the mind, a false contenderproceeding from the heat-oppressèd ring?… You can get the rest of the poem and the playlist at … Continue reading Musicalia #177: Brief Spotlight
Most Days My memory, a gumball machine,uses tokens, not real coins. The blue gum tastes like sky, what else?And more than a hint of blueberry.Sometimes the core tastes of iron… You can get the rest of the poem and the playlist at The Drunken Odyssey. Continue reading Musicalia #176: Most Days
Late Naturalism I’m becoming old,or an older poet,or just old in all the ways. I remember being annoyedby poets talking about flower names,particular tree leaves, shrubs.I couldn’t tell if the writer wastalking about a bloom or a blossoming rash:lousewort, hellebore, pussytoes, clematis…. You can get the rest of the poem and the playlist at The … Continue reading Musicalia #175: Blooms