VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Catfish McDaris

Dear Poet,  Sorry, but my Russian Wolfhound, Dostoyevsky ate and defecated all the submissions for Issue #3 the smell and smear damn near killed me. Was your poem about catching your brother cornholing his buddy while watching Andy Griffith? Or was it the one about Sandpaper Sally, the chick with scabs in her vagina? OrContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Catfish McDaris”