Alcohol, Death and Poetry: Give the Drunkard’s Words Some Time

“Il y a sur la boule terrestre une foule innombrable, innomée, dont le sommeil n’endormirait pas suffisament les souffrances.  Le vin compose pour eux des chants et des poèmes.”[1] -Charles Baudelaire, Paradis Artificiels About a month or two ago, when winter began really to show itself in the Midwest, my circle of friends and I... Continue Reading →

Parking Lot Philosophy

By Joe A small, mouthy bird is standing by his car in a parking lot.  It’s almost 11:00 PM.  The parking lot lights are still on but will go out soon as they are on a timer.  Finally, a rambunctious dog walks out of the door of the massive hardware store that sells everything from... Continue Reading →

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