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The Killards Are Coming

Every damn day in Religion Class, Sister Anna Banana yapped about the Soviets revving up to start a nuclear war with the new president, Ronald Reagan. She said after the cities burned to Holy Hell, there’d be something called “nuclear winter” that would kill all... 

Double-Strength Demon Dogs

Fantastic Freddie was the only altar boy from the Red Brick Alley. He was always consecrating Ritz Crackers and trying to make us eat them like communion wafers. He light-fingered incense from the sacristy, and he blessed water from Old Lady Tully’s spigot...

Laser Loop

I couldn’t see over the tall green school bus seat except when we hit a pothole and I bounced up in the air like a Pop-Tart jumping out of a toaster. Nobody at Saint Augie’s could believe I was allowed to go. My first school picnic ever. I was good from the day I handed in my pink...

The Boy Wonder

How the Hell did Jaggerbush get himself up there? He was clawing his way up into the open window above the Science class door like a real-life gargoyle. The blockhead of a wooden mallet stuck out of the back of his Toughskins where his butt crack was. He wore three...

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Robert Roman grew up in Pittsburgh, PA, where he sold newspapers to cars from a concrete island. Read more→

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My Own Private Ulysses: The Hemingway Half-Dozen Prose Poem Primer #1

“He’s a good writer, Hemingway. He writes as he is. We like him. He’s a big powerful peasant, as strong as a buffalo…But giants of his sort are truly modest; there is much more behind Hemingway’s form than people know.”

– James Joyce

Whelp, one more of my Hemingway Half-Dozen Prose Poems has been banned from another Facebook Poetry Group. How many is that? I’ve lost count. I consulted my lawyer for his usual ground-and-pound advice. Then Doctor Reality recommended I offer an explanation. I damn near spit my mescal all over his legal briefs. OK, Doc, I hereby submit my defense.

What in the Holy Hell is a Hemingway Half-Dozen Prose Poem?

Reinvention Time:

Hemingway’s Paradigm,

Plus Rhyme.

Rhyming Response to Hemingway’s Own Original Story via Hemingway Half-Dozen Prose Poem

Hemingway’s Story:

Poignant Territory,

Memento Mori.

Hagiographic Homage via Hemingway Half-Dozen Prose Poem

Modernist Voices:

Hemingway’s. Joyce’s.

Sublime Choices.

Superfluous Suggestions for the Hemingway Half-Dozen Prose Poem Picador

Don’t Stall.

Start Small,

Simply Scrawl.

Subscribe and stay tuned for an easy-peasy explanation of the Ezraku.

Same altruistic time, same charitable channel.


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