All Comments on 'The Council House'

Reading this, I couldn't make up my mind whether I was a dust-bowl Okie, or a 1920's Indian agent... but I could have sworn I was sitting in a East Side coffee house in the mid-fifties listening to a ragged poet read.

To me, the beat style, (all-too-often forgotten in this day and age), drips from this piece. That syle enhanced the internal chant on the way to the Council House.

I've read your entire catalogue here, and once again am impressed.

ride on over to the new poems thread.

*no thermometer

wondeful!! the repetition of certain words felt like hoof beats in my mind. I really enjoyed this one :)