Fall 2017 / Poetry 2017 / Uncategorized / Volume 48

Lunch with the Poet Laureate–Ace Boggess

Hardly poetry. I like mine bland, burned, & free from eccentricities. Just a slab of charred meat on toughened bun. What I’m used to: protest verse for my intestines, thin mat on a steel slab.   He goes burger also, prefers juicy, adding leafy accoutrements on top.   I like the thought of a world … Continue reading