Monthly Archives: August 2014

    Elliott and Ruth   words sounds music words sounds music dreams landing on runway eight clear room! clear room!   poetry noises poetry noises nightmares being delivered to you please sign here!  please sign here!     thoughts … Continue reading →

Secret People (1951)   For the 1951 Britflick Movie Secret People Audrey Hepburn’s 1st English Speaking Role a movie about anarchism       The cause we all have “the cause” the fight for stay up at night for cause … Continue reading →

    Elliott    I’ve known Elliot a lot of ways a lot of years His Jewish Parents didn’t move  when “the blacks came” They stayed unlike mine unlike mine   His Philadelphia His Philadelphia was a way different country … Continue reading →

  Laura   Don’t always remember names sometimes not the faces not even the words now but how the words felt how the time became   I know I heard her before can’t remember where when there’s so many holes … Continue reading →

  Chris Peditto Tribute Reading #3   And right outside Broad Street and all the memories outtherein all the times and crimes and rhymes all the words and lines written on crazy paper   never to leave the mind again … Continue reading →

  Wasn’t that Cosmic Jackie there   Wasn’t that Cosmic Jackie there Used to live on South Broad St Performed work I didn’t know had to let it come to me had to let it in   Don’t know what … Continue reading →

  Jim Styx   Be honest Always liked his Poetry not always him   Unlike Scott Norman liked both a minority opinion   Remember him as the only Poet to ever fall up the 3rd floor stairs at the Middle … Continue reading →

Crime in Swarthmore   Epigram They don’t make criminals like they used to  High Sierra   They didn’t steal my GPS probably they couldn’t figure it out either nor the potential winning powerball tickets only the lucky euros I kept … Continue reading →

Ferguson #1     It’s not black and white it’s not that simple It’s not black and blue or white and blue It’s blue versus us us being any civilians   It don’t have to be that way Nothing ever … Continue reading →

Bread and butter   I like bread and butter I like toast and jam That’s what my baby feeds me I’m her loving man The Newbeats  1964   She was the first girl I slept with, inside a building, the … Continue reading →