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todd moore | pure blood primal: the poetry of kell robertson

Posted on January 17th, 2010 by Monsieur K.

Cowboy Poet, Kell Robertson, Outside Vesuvio’s Bar, North Beach, San Francisco, 2001, Copyright: A.D. Winans
I’m listening
to Kell Robertson sing When You Come Down Off The Mountain. His voice sounds like his throat has been sandblasted raw, gravel over gravel, bourbon through phlegm. The second he sings the line, Just remember, you gotta [...]

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pure blood primal | the poetry of kell robertson

Posted on January 17th, 2010 by Monsieur K.

Cowboy Poet, Kell Robertson, Outside Vesuvio’s Bar, North Beach, San Francisco, 2001, Copyright: A.D. Winans
I’m listening
to Kell Robertson sing When You Come Down Off The Mountain. His voice sounds like his throat has been sandblasted raw, gravel over gravel, bourbon through phlegm. The second he sings the line, Just remember, you gotta [...]

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a.d. winans | foolish questions

Posted on December 17th, 2009 by Monsieur K.

A.D. Winans | Photo: Raindog

my doctor sees me every
six months
asks me if I feel suicidal
worthless depressed
funny question to ask
a poet

From Big Hammer No. 8, 2005 | Iniquity Press / Vendetta Books. This issue is available by clicking here…

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a.d. winans | saturday afternoon at the laundromat

Posted on November 20th, 2009 by Monsieur K.

SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT THE LAUNDROMAT
sitting at the neighborhood laundry
sipping on a diet coke
watching the world tumble
around the dryer
news from Iraq not good
the economy not good
as I watch a young girl in
yellow sweater and tight blue jeans
pass by on her way to the washer
not aware of the old man bent over the
change machine eying the middle-aged
woman [...]

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