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More than the Alley, by Doug Draime–Reviewed by Harry Calhoun

Posted in Doug Draime, Harry Calhoun with tags on August 26, 2012 by Scot

More than the Alley, by Doug Draime. Interior Noise Press, Austin, Texas, 2012. Available online at Paperback, 144 pages. $15.00.

Doug Draime’s bio in this book says that he has been a presence in the underground literary movement since the late 1960s. This book establishes both his continued vitality in underground poetry and his undeniable ability to turn out visceral, gritty and glaringly real verse.

The back-story of Doug’s book is almost as interesting as the book itself. In a Bukowski-esque hard-luck story, Draime submitted multiple book manuscripts over the years, had them accepted, and then had them fall through for various reasons. In his own words to this reviewer, “Since the early 80s I’ve had eleven full-length, selected poem collections that have gone belly up. That has to be a record, I would think. Actually, one publisher died, so I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. I don’t know whether to put a feather in my hat or rock out to this almost overwhelming, anti-climatic sensation I’m feeling (of having More than the Alley come to fruition.)”

So for all of you poets out there who are whining or just digging in and hoping, take heart. I know how I felt when, after a long fallow period in my career, one of my first submissions of twelve poems were all summarily dismissed. We’re talking not twelve poems here, but almost twelve books, folks! So More than the Alley must feel like a deep sigh of relief for Doug Draime. Was it worth it? Only Doug can answer that personally, but from a reviewer’s standpoint: A resounding yes.
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ride the musical train by R.D. McManes

Posted in R.D. McManes with tags on August 26, 2012 by Scot

here it is
the inside story
elvis is alive (he is very old)
i’ve seen him
on street corners
and velvet paintings
adorn bedroom walls

lennon’s passing
took the fab out of four
george is gone too
paul and ringo
still with us
half the beatles
willhave to do

jimi still has a band
somewhere out there
electrons dance
to his latest refrain
purple flashes in the haze
and my old eyes mist
with experience


Posted in Paul David Adkins with tags on August 26, 2012 by Scot
I read an exposé in Life,
but until I saw one painted five doors down
half flag, half minuteman,
I didn’t believe it
even possible.
How the operating nut
capped Yankee Doodle’s red feather.
The stumped, extended arms
of outlet nozzles.
One safety chain linked
to tiny painted watch.
Metal body the blue/white tunic
of a Continental soldier
unflinching as strays
pissed the shine from his boots.

flash by Ross Leese

Posted in Ross Leese with tags on August 26, 2012 by Scot

when you think about it
there’s probably not a lot
of patience knocking about.

it didn’t take too long
for monkey to grow into

didn’t take long at all
for horse-carts to fashion
into cars

didn’t take too long for anti-
semitism to transform
into holocaust

didn’t take too long for black
and white to blossom
into colour

didn’t take long for the
twentieth century to
explode into the
twenty first

didn’t take long for christ
to be forgotten and the
next false deity to
be ushered

didn’t take too long for
humanitys’ shit to hit
the fan

as they sat around waiting
for the next putrid
talent show to
rear its ugly

and make them


Posted in Lyn Lifshin with tags on August 26, 2012 by Scot

I am pleased my new book KNIFE EDGE & ABSINTHE- THE TANGO POEMS is out and getting strong reviews: ” Jazz. sweet. slink. They wrap their legs around you and then leap out”…”passion and juice, cold and hot, smooth and spicy…”
— Lyn Lifshin

Knife Edge & Absinthe
The Tango Poems
by Lyn Lifshin

Price: $10.00
Paperback: 60 pages
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0985671513
ISBN-13: 978-0985671518

NightBallet Press

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Knife Edge & Absinthe- The Tango Poems is a handsome 60-page collection of never-before-seen “tango poetry” by the legendary Lyn Lifshin. It contains a series of poems that explores the erotic knife-edge of freedom and loss of self in the absinthe of dancing the tango. For a single copy, only $10 plus $2 shipping! This fantastic book is available now!
Reviews of Knife Edge; The Tango Poems

These tango poems are jazz, sweet, slinky.They wrap their legs around you and then leap out, leaving your heart beating. They pull you in as only tango does, all passion and juice, cold and hot, smooth and spicy…your head left slightly off-center, off the main beat, not knowing whether to breathe or not. Lifshin is dancer and poet and if anyone could embrace tango in words, it is she. Any poem quoted from this book will make you stand up, quiver slightly and be ready to fall off into the ecstatic abyss of eroticism.
“Tango Before the Light Goes Blood/streaks tourmaline sky./put on your ruby skirt,/transparent as rose gauze/fishnet scissors under./When stars glaze the/tango floor…..”

This little book will leave a tart, sweet/sour taste and you will crave more and more.

—Alice Pero

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Three Poems by Pris Campbell

Posted in Pris Campbell with tags on August 4, 2012 by Scot

Bad Boys

I always went for the bad boys,
the ones with wild curly hair,
torn jeans, whose shoes hit
the road on a whim, whose kisses
were hard, their loving hot.
The kind of guy you didn’t
bring home to meet mother.

The dull men, ties round
their necks, twenty-year plan
in their briefcase, bored me.
I imagined chaste kisses,
paired with the missionary stance,
no sound escaping pursed lips.

I loved riding the wind
to my next adventure, ignoring
the fact that the wind
might be capricious, a traitor,
and that one day there would be
no bad boy, hard in his jeans,
waiting when the dastardly
funnel at last dropped me.


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Four Poems by Bradley Mason Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin with tags on August 4, 2012 by Scot

Beer Martini

It’s Monday
and maybe I should be
saving the world

but here I am
with her

drinking a beer

and listening
to California country
while the
great palm sways …

Nicky and I
once carved our initials
in that immortal tree
when we were

well …
that’s not true,
but I wish it happened;

it’s Monday




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