Yet another astonishing collection from the king of abrasion. Charles Bukowski spares no one – especially himself – in his trademark honesty. Reading Bukowski feels like rubbing my ego with 40 grit sandpaper. Yet his volumes of poetry – and this is no exception – are compulsive page turners. He remains the only poet […]

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I have been asked to post more poetry. I wrote this piece in March 2001 for and about a Pulitzer prize-winning author who was kind enough to take an interest in my early work. I had no way of knowing that just six months after its completion, the prophecy contained in the poem would reach […]

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