Category: alcoholic

• November 29, 2025

  Song for Her Majesty the Ex

  We were legendary, dear, doubt it never King and queen of fourteen-liners and verse Time moves on, yet in the reflection of that moment Printed in books with our names . . . we were great How was it we lost admiration for each other? Competition? No. Complication. Life Got in our way of living.…
• December 24, 2023

  challenge Poem #50

  such a fucking mess, I try to crash –perhaps if I sleep no onewill notice. it’s not . . .fuck me I don’t know . . .maybe depression?or just … yeah, addictionfuckign duh but then, maybe life justfucked me too hardsans protectionand I’m infected with its antagonismand medicating myselfwith the only comfortsI’ve known to be…
• December 10, 2023

  challenge poem #20

  No harbor for delusions,I have only a fly-by-night operationwhere all such things pass through dmpitchford 12/10/23
• November 19, 2023

  Kali Dances

  we went to kinney’s down on sixth becausewe like the jukebox, filled with old jazz and bluesstandards and classics from the nineteen-twentieson. kali especially likes munk and dukeellington and hoagie carmichael, andkali sizzles when she dances, so weall kept her happy, pumping dollars oneafter another and in fives to keepthe music fresh and hopping as…
• November 18, 2023

  Her Name Escapes

  no words of longing could express this nagof memory scratching at my skull likethree white mice trying to claw their way outand these bits of bone floating in my brainpickled in thirty years’ wine and whiskeyall swirling like snow in a globe of somecity to which I’ve never been but in youthearnestly desired to visit…
• November 7, 2023

  Correspondent Love

  break me out, she said. I will love you, sheswore. her letters always brief and to the point.halfway to indy from here, barrelingdown i-74 east, my first tireblew out, shreds of tire across the highwaylike feathers from a murdered crow. changingthe flat took an hour because my car trunkis full of books and . .…
• October 29, 2023

  Down on Fifth

  forever the beggar, king of no kingdombut the dusty lanes of nowhere, he smilesfor his dimes, a blessing for a dollar;at midday, or when whim strikes him, oronce the coins add up to a little something,he slips down to the huck’s on carpenterstreet for a magnum of malt (and a pintof brandy, E-n-J, on a…