In the Firelight (poem)
. . . the rosy flesh the flickering of words of warm shinings
of glances toward the flame . . . Continue reading In the Firelight (poem)
. . . the rosy flesh the flickering of words of warm shinings
of glances toward the flame . . . Continue reading In the Firelight (poem)
The Foggy Harbour Bilge Suckers have grown so popular that they’re now the victims of their own malaise. Continue reading Poet Maeve’s July Journal Entries (comic)
Blowing the status quo from its comfort zone with a voice as sweet and dark as shoo-fly pie . . . Continue reading THE PLANET WAS A DIFFERENT PLACE: The Giacomo Gates Interview
“Art for it’s own sake would be an immoral, or at best an irresponsible waste of time that should be spent on more important things. I think we all have a responsibility to use whatever we’ve been given to respond to suffering and evil in the world, probably starting in, but not limited to our own neighbourhood. Everyone, the artist no more, no less.” ~Darryl Klassen of J.D. Miner Continue reading The Darryl Klassen (J.D. Miner) Interview
black leather on fleshless legs your mouth like winter water . . . Continue reading Marianne (poem)