I Wasn't Going To Drink Tonight
but the fridge
was abloom
with longnecked Rocks
a garden
of liquid
emerald joy
& the world
is so
so sad.
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Zero Below
The boy's killer
is weeping
on the stand
just like that
the world changes
no soundtrack
no flash.
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What's Left
One beer
two cigarettes
the ghost
of her orgasm
& ashes.
blues
by bart solarczyk
Peshekee River Poetry
Tom Blessing, Editor
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I play guitar, live in Pittsburgh with one wife, two cats, one dog. Been around small press since the early 80s, etc. I've slept over at Ron Androla's house.
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