Submitted Poetry
It’s 12:36 in the afternoon. I’m driving down New Hampshire’s Route 16 with a cafe au lait in my hands. I’ve got deadmau5 on the Bluetooth and my hands smell of body sweat, boy and braised BBQ brisket. The temperature is 64 degrees and there’s nothing but 150 miles of pavement ahead […]
Ron Whitehead- “We’re Not Gonna Take it Anymore, Matt Bevin!” w/ The Storm Generation Band This music video was filmed in support of Kentucky residents against the fiscal policies of Matt Bevin including slashing funding for social programs in healthcare and welfare while approving an $18 million tax break to […]
Welcome to MY house Act like you been here before MY Kentucky, MY Louisville, MY FUCKING Highlands!! I grew up on Lakeside Drive I walked to the pool from the age of 10 I rode my bike in THE park I crushed the Grass Monster ME and MY fucking […]
Most mornings at work I’m assigned latrine duty And for the first 45 minutes of my day It’s nothing but assholes And elbows While I’m scrubbing away the stank Of the day before I don’t mind it all that much It gives me some much needed Alone time to […]
art by Unitas Quick “I shall stick to my resolution of writing always what I think no matter whom it offends.” – Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910: abolitionist, activist and poet. Bubblegum Slutbomb Ingrid is a full figured, open tongued, bedroom blonde she chews hubba bubba bubble gum and can […]
Most mornings at work I’m assigned latrine duty And for the first 45 minutes of my day It’s nothing but assholes And elbows While I’m scrubbing away the stank Of the day before I don’t mind it all that much It gives me some much needed Alone time to […]
deep in the arizona desert lucid dreaming atop a red rock mountain seeing 100 miles in all directions for the first time since i was 17 and leaving my old kentucky farm home i saw scene after scene episode after episode of my early life and for the first […]
Somehow the top of the world quickly turned into bottom, and I’m dragging a load that I wish I’d forgotten. Now it’s pulling me down. Into the Antarctic ground. But what the north hath giveth, the south hath taketh away. Had the world in my hands, but I misshaped […]
The dark is the spice of life, isn’t it? Too much optimism is saccharine, so sweet it makes you sick. The darkness balances with an uncanny atmosphere that inspires feelings of mystery and mysticism. To delve so deep there’s nothing but thick black blood and roots – that’s to […]
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