To be Determined: Poetry, Society and Other Inanities

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Poetry, Society and Other Inanities

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Poem: Entering Anonymous

International Church of Cannabis opens, numerous questions remain

Nov 5, 2018

International Church of Cannabis opens, numerous questions remain

Note: Originally published in the May 2017 Washington Park Profile. By now, almost everyone in South Denver and many others from around the world have heard the news: The International Church of Cannabis at 400 S. Logan St., located in the former Mt. Calvary Apostolic Church, opened April 20, the unofficial holiday for cannabis fans. But what is its exact purpose? The church or venue—what it is depends on who you’re talking to—staged a tiered opening on April 20 with an open-

Harryette Mullen: what has been and what could be

Feb 17, 2018

Harryette Mullen: what has been and what could be

Elliptical They just can’t seem to . . . They should try harder to . . . They ought to be more . . . We all wish they weren’t so . . . They never . . . They always . . . Sometimes they . . . Once in a while they . . . However it is obvious that they . . . Their overall tendency has been . . . The consequences of which have been . . . They don’t appear to understand that . . . If only they would make an effort to . . . But we know how difficult it is for them to . . . Many of

Poem: Between Hills That Were and Hills That Are

Feb 16, 2018

Poem: Between Hills That Were and Hills That Are

Between Hills That Were and Hills That Are I can’t remember the boy Who passed through the windshield. Never before, nor after—acquaintance At a party, arguing with some other stranger, Shoved out the door they then both were gone. Walking wild, someone recalled, afterwards, Willing his scored and blind body forward. Which is more dreaded : the gruesome Thing that is, or a thing so innocent, soon Become gruesome? Some few weeks The mark went road to field— Tread and blood, bl

Poem: All Night Woman

Jan 18, 2018

Poem: All Night Woman

All Night Woman The midnight animals dousing themselves Into bouts of sickness, chugging brown bags At carnival jug tosses and radio rifle relays. Coin-op condoms pressed between big sweating Wads of small bills. The virgins in one booth, One after another—each are the only virgin, Forever and again. Toss the ring, Shout the weight. Just something to do : Night, fleshed out in the country. Nothing’s as simple as seems all this grift. : : Boys watching men run a slit down A fa

Our fading social support system...

Jan 13, 2018

Our fading social support system...

Note: This editorial was originally published in the January 2018 edition of Life on Capitol Hill. It discusses subjects meant for a mature audience. What's your take on drug addiction? Are addicts a problem to be forgotten—just a bunch of losers who need to "get it together"—or are they people who've gotten hooked while trying, for a very short span of time, to forget about the darker aspects of their lives for a while? I'll show my cards: as someone who has had on-again-off