You know her life was saved by rock and roll

I walk away from the internet for a little while, and would you look what happens? Headlock Press goes ahead and puts up a couple more poems of mine, and I neglect to mention them here. So here goes:

Earlier last week, there was a poem based on my short-lived stint in education. It’s called, ahem, “Shut the Fuck Up.”

Then a few days ago, a poem called “Loaded” went up. An ode of sorts to the Velvet Underground, and the album Loaded specifically. I actually sent that one into Headlock the night before Lou Reed died, oddly enough.

Go check ’em out!