RAPOETICS REPRINT: To Fire by Dennis Caswell
To Fire O leaping catharsis of atomic libido, you have us. You sold yourself as a god who comes when he’s called, and now we lick the sludge off the bottoms of primeval vegetable…
To Fire O leaping catharsis of atomic libido, you have us. You sold yourself as a god who comes when he’s called, and now we lick the sludge off the bottoms of primeval vegetable…
Surreal War My “Surreal War” began with nightmares about senseless chemical bombs in my city, my school, my own apartment. The attacks couldn’t be controlled until I awoke. One night I dreamt my comrades…