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...

How many times I’ve walked these streets,  driven them, looked out  at them from  the side window of the car These houses and gardens the pl...

the way you drink your beer straight from the bottle- my low civilisation could topple over you. some talking dirty in my ear while you ride...