Sunday, February 27, 2011. Monday, February 21, 2011. She stepped among the coloring flowers. A bird bath, an old gnome, a boy. Brushed in strokes of green and brown,. She knelt to pick dandelions from the grass;. The yellow weeds staining young fingers,. She held death so loosely in her hands. Thursday, February 17, 2011. Is this blog dead? Or just suffering from the aftermath of the malicious attacker? Do you rememb.

8220;If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a hoper, a prayer, a magic-bean-buyer. Come in! 8221; - Shel Silverstein. Wednesday, April 4, 2012. Wednesday, February 23, 2011.

Sunday, October 1, 2017. Make checks payable to Kristofer Collins. Tuesday, September 19, 2017.

Art moves where it wants to. I have learned to live with Poetry. To dedicate my life to something. I have learned to be poor. Papers, pens, printed Poems everywhere. A painting by Jack Micheline on the wall. Because it makes me happy. A living breathing temple to Poetry. But the muse is automatic.

Blood Drips from the Drunken Pen. A companion blog to Winedrunk Sidewalk. A place for short fiction and novel bits and pieces. Tuesday, June 21, 2011. I use the bathroom whenever Chloe is finished. She lights a cigarette and tells me that I am disgusting. What if? Wednesday, June 1, 2011. Give me just a little more time. Dear few of you actually reading Edwin Balder. was in Madrid and then. Had a visit from the folks. also, need to go back.

Will Simmons and the Upholsterers. On August 13, 2015 by 6GPress. On August 5, 2015 by 6GPress. This will be a feast both gastronomic and auditory. Free open to the public. Taylor Grieshober lives in Wilkinsburg, where she writes, bakes tarts, and sp.

Saturday, 7 July 2012. Every sense is being eroded away. Until I become just another grey face. They provide us with free coffee. But all it does is heighten the despair. The only way out of this place is up the corporate ladder. These thoughts make me feel masochistic. So I grab a free coffee. It makes me want to shit.