Somehow, I managed to get through college without reading anything (that I remember at least) by Charles Bukowski. It wasn’t until a few years after graduation that my cousin read some of my poems and suggested I pick up one of Hank’s books. One of the remarkable things about Bukowski is the clarity of his …
Sometimes, it’s fun to mess around on the page (or screen). a man out of time had Bukowski lived in the Age of Facebook, you know damn well he’d have been trolling at 2am instead of writing poems drunk as hell, giggling as he typed another flamethrower reply then sit back & watch the show …
Bit of a rough week adjusting to some new glasses (progressives because… age), so since my life is basically feeling like one big adjustment, I didn’t have much inclination to work on Adjustment. However, since I don’t want to leave anyone hanging (especially myself), how about a poem that I go back to from time …
Like most people, I’m caught between the pull of wanting new experiences and the comfort of the familiar. Do I wan to try that new restaurant or stick with my traditional go-to spot? Should I take a chance on that new TV show or go back and binge Parks & Recreation again? The idea of …
The last poetry reading Charles Bukowski would give was March 31, 1980. NSFW because… it’s Bukowski and alcohol was involved. But mostly because it’s Buk.