VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Jack Henry & Dillinger

A Drug Story Fat Freddy tells me he is out of the game. Fentanyl, he says, fucked everything up. But you can still get high, still get by, just test your shit before the party begins. Small time motherfuckers don’t care and those motherfuckers are the ones that die. Hustling down to a different partContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Jack Henry & Dillinger”

Off the Rails or Kill john compton…

“I’m going to kill john compton who doesn’t use capital letters.” Is a phrase I uttered over the summer as I agonized over the most jacked-up word file of all time, while working with a different publisher at the moment. Presenting the second edition of john compton’s intimate and unflinching poetry collection POEMS: TRAINRIDE ELSEWHERE…originallyContinue reading “Off the Rails or Kill john compton…”