Smoke
A few lines in support of the proposition that a little whiskey never hurt a poem.
A few lines in support of the proposition that a little whiskey never hurt a poem.
You used to be such a sweet boy, tell me everything, ask me all your questions. What happened to you?
Sometimes it takes a very special terrier to remind us humans that we’re more alike than we may want to think, and to bring out our latent civility.
A poem written on the occasion of encountering an online news article featuring a close relative.
A poem written on the occasion of moving back to Queens after years away, and once again riding the N train.
Bill will be one of more than 150 scheduled performers at the 25th Annual Alternative New Year's Day Spoken Word/Performance Extravaganza, which takes place on January 1, 2019, from 1 p.m.