Poetry of Issue #5
 
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Poetry Reading at Chumley's
I can't remember a single line she read only that the poet she came with leaned over & whispered as she started to rise that her fly was down they must have been pretty closeVince Corvaia |
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I drank my poems now the avenues the avenues are someone hands me yet Vince Corvaia__ |
Poem
the sky is scribbled with contrails I think of Hemingway who said write drunk edit sober my parents who said things cost money when I trashed a coloring book after breaking the promise of a line & an ex pale remarried who would have looked up & said see how the wind slurs them into feathersVince Corvaia__ |
Autobiography
I tore the wrapping & Danny Vancheri’s which pretty much Vince Corvaia__ ©Bob Heman: Destination (detail 1) |