Month: July 2017

Let us celebrate Senator Casey

For our health care he’s fighting like crazy

For the poor and the seniors

For our sick and our juniors

His commitment to us is amazing.

Missing: Senator Toomey for days

He’s avoiding constituents’ gazes

All alone and at home

In his critic-free zone

Invite only Town Halls are his craze

 

Julie Rea’s “Fireworks,” published in BLYNKT, is a firecracker to the face.

 

My pal Angrycat wrote some limericks about Philadelphia that are pretty region-specific; check them out.

Don’t do this at home, folks: Julie Rea takes on a car in a haze of cat-death grief in Nude Bruce Review.

Two people affected by spinal cord injuries explore their experiences in my short story, “Numb.”

Try this urinal prank as described by Julie Rea in Intima: A Journal of Narrative Medicine the next time you visit your friendly neighborhood hospital.

Fake monks have turned up in Philly, Seattle, and NYC. They sometimes give people trinkets and then demand cash:

There is now a great plague of fake monks.

In orange robes they attempt to sell junk.

Cries Chief Buddhist, Theyre fake!

These bad monks take smoke breaks.

A real Buddhist knows nicotines bunk.