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Pulp Poem of the Week
Unvarnished Language, Unvarnished Truth
Monday, April 27, 2009
His knuckles hurt,
but the rest of him felt good.
It was strange how much misery
a man could unload
with one hard punch.
Marvin H. Albert
The Chiselers
1953
Monday, April 20, 2009
Everything goes to sleep
if you wait long enough.
Paul Tremblay
The Little Sleep
2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
What did it matter
where you lay
once you were dead?
In a dirty sump
or in a marble tower
on top of a high hill?
You were dead,
you were sleeping
the big sleep,
you were not bothered
by things like that.
Raymond Chandler
The Big Sleep
1939
Monday, April 6, 2009
"Cheapskate," said the cowboy.
Then he frowned, thinking.
"Of course, perhaps he intended
to let you keep it."
Michael Crichton
Zero Cool
1969
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David Rachels
David is editor of the first-ever collection of Gil Brewer's short fiction,
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