John Constantine Cons the Three Lords of Hell, and an Angel or Two O Weirdness– It’s always another demon, innit, or god or angel chirping hallelujahs, peddlin’ their...
the days peel off slowly as the doves come to drink in the pool water making that light chest moan as they fly (remembering Cudjoe Key) Come see Sarah read...
The Four Horsemen, you’ll notice, aren’t even riding horses. War rides a red Vespa, dented, side-swiped,bristling with spikes. Pestilence staggers forthon rollerblades, stop-start, like a jaggedcough. Famine comes slowly on a...
Here's a poem I wrote in 1991 and 1992, back when I was 24 and 25. Enjoy. garysomething by David A. Kirschenbaum I just saw Gary on thirtysomething dieand right...