Submitted Poetry
“Does the internet promote democracy?” Poet, author, scholar, activist Ron Whitehead presents readings and talks on a spectrum of subjects from his Kentucky roots to individual freedoms and rights and the invasion of privacy. Anything goes as producer Shooter Russell throws out a new topic for Ron Whitehead to […]
by Cody S. Decker Being silent on paper makes it louder than hell in my head
by David Pratt “All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name.” ― Hunter S. Thompson, Hell’s Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga February snow piles up, Arctic winds howl down, Settle in the bone. Outside the kitchen window A peacock’s call stalls in the frozen […]
by David Pratt Your bones tire an old soul’s tire. Done hung around far too long, Far too many lives. After millenia One gets weary of the cycle. Still something always pulls you back Into the dance for another whirl, A memory of the real, the touch of […]
by Mark James when this war comes to be blue vs brown and sides are chosen the armed forces vs the united nation flags on their coffins freed and enslaved everything remains my nephew, he’s ordered kill the man standing next to me on this line afraid to […]
by Cody S. Decker Here I sit it’s a sight to see a man of my stature six foot eight in a small man’s chair on a tiny covered porch the rain howls all around it splashes into my drink and dances around this paper flirting with ruining the […]
LETTER FROM RON WHITEHEAD (From Ralph Steadman) Ron Here is a happy shot that may be of Kentuckian interest for tour DaZE Shindig!! Hunter’s Red Shark! RALPH ..and Hunter at work in the City of Refuge when we were in Hawaii! …and here is something you might be able to […]
EXCERPT FROM RON WHITEHEAD’S PRESENTATION FOR HST’S INDUCTION IN THE KENTUCKY WRITERS HALL OF FAME ON JANUARY 28 “Back at the motel we talked for a while about America, the South, England – just relaxing a bit before dinner. There was no way either of us could have known, at […]
by Kevin Eickmeie The bridges are broken like an arm that needs pins. There’s no fixing this falling feeling that lives in my heart. I live on the ledges of cliffs in my thoughts where my heart holds on to the hope. The hope that should have pushed me into the river […]
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