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Aunt Joanne didn’t recognize me, her skin soaked in booze and cured with cigarette smoke, her...
Read MoreBob Pajich spent the last decade-plus as a professional reporter and even longer than that as an idiot poet. His book of poems, Trolleyman has just been released by Low Ghost Press.
by Bob Pajich | Apr 3, 2012 | Poetry | 0
Aunt Joanne didn’t recognize me, her skin soaked in booze and cured with cigarette smoke, her...
Read Moreby Bob Pajich | Apr 3, 2012 | Poetry | 0
He is the ant and I’m the parasitic cow mite, domesticated by ants. Only dry on milk they clip off...
Read Moreby Bob Pajich | Apr 3, 2012 | Poetry | 1
I could never slide my hands between the dimensions and feel around for cancer like those strange...
Read Moreby Bob Pajich | Apr 3, 2012 | Poetry | 2
The old Italian touched my lover’s arm in front of the church on Liberty and...
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