Ken Quit Rock n' Roll to take care of a baby and a woman who was tired of his shit the kid’s grown now off to college and Ken hasn’t picked up a guitar since but sometimes in between cans... Continue Reading →
Note From the Underground we are the afterglow— captured echoes with sun tans day drunk apocalyptos peddling art for memories we are the last burning cigarette of modern day inconvenience and we're almost at the filter. This poem also appears... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 