“She writes to me I don’t like it when you elaborate. Less is more. She sends me gap-toothed kisses on dark crickety winds. She calls me Tomato Pie, and my hands tremble like my grandfather’s did before his morning tumbler of whiskey and tap water…”
*** After the internet shitstorm regarding a very controversial poem published at Revolution John and the resulting incendiary comments from the publisher, the website has vanished, taking my work with it.
An anthology of orphaned pieces from Revolution John is forthcoming from The Tishman Review and my work will be included.