6 Poem Poetry Bomb

So I must have hit some sort of magical submission time jackpot because not one but two editors got back to me nearly immediately and posted the poems they accepted. Not that I mind long waits, but it’s so nice when it all goes in sync. So here you go: First up we have Boyslut… Continue reading 6 Poem Poetry Bomb

How To Be An American poem

Individual Liberty, in the American Mind, Became Synonymous with America, and Americans Consider Themselves the World’s Freest People There is a crowd of tourists blocking the subway turnstiles at Union Square. They can’t figure out which way to swipe their Metrocard and I’m thinking to myself, this is why tokens were better   when the… Continue reading How To Be An American poem