ADAM MICHAEL LUEBKE (see pt 3: Snagged On A Branch Somewhere) It had to be close to 1am when my brother shot the gun at the stars. The blast popped
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MARIA ‘YELLOW FANG’ WEISENSTEIN There seems to be a widening window for white male writers who wish to publish their crummy-to-decent poems and short stories by publishing under more lively,
ADAM MICHAEL LUEBKE My zeal to kick off a campaign to be financially independent left me with a negative balance in my checking account, two boxes loaded with fancy mugs
ADAM MICHAEL LUEBKE venturing It was well after midnight. The stars twinkled overhead. The air was still. A multitude of crickets chirped, frogs croaked, and even an owl went hoo-who, hoo-who.
ADAM MICHAEL LUEBKE (see Dear Dirty America Reality Tour pt. 1: The Silent Fan Reaches Out) The first attempt at almost
MICHAEL J BLAIR Perthshire, Scotland Just as I was about to give up writing about politics and politicians, things have
ADAM MICHAEL LUEBKE richly oxygenated The air was stuffy in my parents’ porch as I waited for one of my
ADAM MICHAEL LUEBKE If it wasn’t for having to set up the Dear Dirty America Reality Tour in North Dakota by
ERIC CHAET (originally posted at The 100 So-Called Poems & Consequences) Somewhere in China someone—say, a man— is not benefiting from
ADAM MICHAEL LUEBKE San Bernardino, dirty jewel of the high desert Walking out of the grocery store, I overheard a voice
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