X. P. Callahan Urban Pastoral 2 Pink neon pontoons, underwater streetlight moons and schools of taillight make a resplendent planet of a rain-wet avenue. X. P. Callahan is the proprietor of Centorama: Happy Home of the Recombinant Poem (www.centoramapoems.com).
Read MoreX. P. Callahan Last Prayer When I’m carried off this battlefield, may Nana’s plump little teapot not fall into the rough hands of the Salvation Army. X. P. Callahan is the proprietor of Centorama: Happy Home of the Recombinant Poem (www.centoramapoems.com).
Read MoreX. P. Callahan Second Run If your life were a Hollywood movie you could get a refund or take to Rotten Tomatoes and give it a crap review. X. P. Callahan is the proprietor of Centorama: Happy Home of the Recombinant Poem (www.centoramapoems.com).
Read MoreX. P. Callahan Perspective From the nineteenth floor of Lima’s Hotel Crillón I convinced myself a May Day workers’ riot is just like an Earth Day march. X. P. Callahan is the proprietor of Centorama: Happy Home of the Recombinant Poem (www.centoramapoems.com).
Read MoreSteve Brightman Or Else What’s The Point in Having One? A heart cannot break a stone, but it has to try. Steve Brightman believes there are only two seasons: winter and baseball.
Read MoreSteve Brightman Things They Did Not Teach in Sunday School No stone left unturned is only one step removed from moving a boulder from the tomb. Steve Brightman believes there are only two seasons: winter and baseball.
Read MoreSteve Brightman Metaphors Are The Weirdest Mirrors Venus, like good news, arrives before sunrise this crisp morning. Steve Brightman believes there are only two seasons: winter and baseball.
Read MoreSteve Brightman Reflection On Smaller Brighter Veins On the eve of color slowly disappearing, sunlight spread across my face with the same thermal abandon that flavored my days before dollars were ever important. Steve Brightman believes there are only two seasons: winter and baseball.
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