From the Garden I come in from the garden and I’m covered in slugs. Tiny slabs of snot with antennae waving slowly moving over my sandaled feet, pausing in confusion at trying to pass a particularly thick black ankle hair navigating the rough etched surface of a heavy Tibetan silver bracelet. I don’t touch my … Continue reading The VGP Literate No. 10
Poetry
The VGP Literate No. 9
To Slip Between Stones as water/with sea snakes on surface Loch Ness one dragon's breath away Death in a smooth skin fang sac Toxicity assured/chill contact Our ancestors small when they rose tall serpents Now garter and grass snakes,smaller than lizards Milk them for venom vaccine Cobra in basket rising like smoke Our fear … Continue reading The VGP Literate No. 9
A Chris D’Errico Perspective
One thing I always enjoy about my visits to Las Vegas are my visits with poet and writer Chris D'Errico, as well as writer and international man of mystery, the Mag-Man, Peter Magliocco. To be honest, though, Peter, though ever cordial, proves to elude this writer more often than not, but I am remiss not … Continue reading A Chris D’Errico Perspective
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