Tag Archives: Michael Pacholski

Two Voices For A Poem About Narcolepsy

a memory pulls you through another red door even as you love her, even as you kiss her shoulder a bit of a song a verse from a ghost what was it this time? the hem of her slip, a … Continue reading

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Doing Poetry. Writing And Listening To Drugs

If hot, inspired metaphors were drugs… …just say no… white line fever (they say it’s a song about the highway. Yeah, sure) spin off into my own space is there God or only religion? Newspapers declaim “God Is Dead” “Area … Continue reading

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