Penny Ante Feud 9: Supply and Demand This issue of Penny Ante Feud is entitled "Supply and Demand." In keeping with our industrial, working-person's aesthetic we're meeting the demand of our readers with our supply of great poetry. This publication has really taken off and as a symbol of our growth and progress we have built upon our humble beginnings this new and formidable structure.
Penny Ante Feud 9: Supply and Demand This issue of Penny Ante Feud is entitled "Supply and Demand." In keeping with our industrial, working-person's a...
Penny Ante Feud 13: Between the shadow and the soul The space in between: as thinking animals these gaps are the source of endless puzzles and our instinct to connect seemingly unrelated things and concepts: life-love-sex-death-god, the list goes on...this practice is where we as poets find answers, or at least find clues, or maybe just more questions, who really knows? In this edition of Penny Ante Feud we attempt to make an abundance of connections; in fact, if you count the number of hyphenated words or phrases in this issue it will surely astound. And if they're not actually on the page...
Penny Ante Feud 13: Between the shadow and the soul The space in between: as thinking animals these gaps are the source of endless puzzles and our ins...
An existential moment - or two or three: that's what you'll find in this issue of Penny Ante Feud. We're big and small, close and far away, right and wrong - all at the same time, wandering the cosmos and carrying our (sometimes) limited consciousness with us on that journey, a journey among the stars with the dogs and cats too, pure human spirits all of us.
An existential moment - or two or three: that's what you'll find in this issue of Penny Ante Feud. We're big and small, close and far away, right and ...
I guess it was our inevitable fate - perhaps a redundant statement there but fitting all the same - we didn't know when but we surely knew how we'd go down - suddenly, without a lot of fanfare. This is the theme of Penny Ante Feud 17: On the way way way down, and was the image we tried to portray in this series, that of the smallness, the finiteness but nonetheless the importance of what we do, in living as well as in writing. We don't do either on a grandiose plane, otherwise we lose sight of our imperfect realities, but we do them anyway. The works included here are a great testament to...
I guess it was our inevitable fate - perhaps a redundant statement there but fitting all the same - we didn't know when but we surely knew how we'd go...