So Where The Hell Is All The Damn Poetry??

So Where The Hell Is All The Damn Poetry??

I started this blog to share poems–pomes–pommes–apples–road apples, and a couple helpful souls have pointed out there ain’t much on here. Well, I’m writing a novel real quick like and it’s taking most of my time, so there’s going to be a lot of short, pithy prose and other shiny things that catch my eye for a while. Hope that’s okay. Actually, I don’t care much whether it’s okay or not–this is how it’s going to be.

Here’s a themed bonus:


By JunkChuck

Native, Militant Westsylvanian (the first last best place), laborer, gardener, and literary hobbyist (if by literary you mean "hack"). I've had a bunch of different blogs, probably four, due to a recurring compulsion to start over. This incarnation owes to a desire to dredge up the best entries of the worst little book of hand-scrawled poems I could ever dream of writing, salvageable excerpts from fiction both in progress and long-abandoned. and a smattering of whatever the hell seems to fit at any particular moment. At first blush, I was here just to focus on old, terrible verse, but I reserve the right to include...anything. Maybe everything, certainly my love of pulp novels, growing garlic, the Pittsburgh Steelers and howling at the moon--both figuratively and, on rare occasions, literally.

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