John, didn't think it you'd ever die With that heart shielding everything  About you  How did that fucker misinterpret such a  Was...

Fluttering out of the scant trees dotting city sidewalks you watch the men falling like birds from  famine and disease hunkered in piles the...

She awoke from the capsule gasping for air and naked, exposed. Mechanical eyes on sticks watch her as she steps out, cautious. Amelia Earhar...

                             1983            “He wrote a book?” Sorehead said. “That loser?”               I cringed. Nothing like a worse l...

Jerry Johnson's Bad Fruit is a powerful and skillfully crafted collection of poetry that confronts America's most vulnerable social ...

A stream barely flows at the densely wooded crossing— more a bubbling mud hole stretching the cows slogging toward open pasture to dine on f...

Throwing a grenade through the Stargate Leaving behind the mindless hordes  Of dreamless poets I power walk across the folded Universe  Laug...