A retake on Alan Ginsberg's "Howl" for the new generation.
A poem in memory of the children who died at Sandy Hook Elementary.
Samantha trudged into the Shop and Save store,
going to interview for a job that she wouldn't adore....
With nothing to do on a Friday night, three high school boys go looking for trouble.
My birthday party was irrelevant, having consisted of having a store bought cupcake with one candle in it shoved in my face whilst...
I am about ten years old sitting in the elementary school lunchroom, taking no interest in the over-boiled hot dog platter...
Let us turn back our calendars to a Thursday night in the summer of 1993 for a moment and head northward to Pittsburgh...
It was the beginning of another day of high school for me. Me, the outcast, the pariah, harassed by many and befriended by few....
This is a work of truth interlaced with bits of fiction... or it might be the other way around.
Don't play an instrument, no problem!
My grandfather Poppy was renowned throughout the family for his unusual way of cooking...
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