skip to main
|
skip to sidebar
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
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Blog Archive
▼
2009
(47)
►
December
(1)
►
November
(3)
►
October
(4)
►
September
(4)
►
August
(5)
►
July
(4)
►
June
(5)
►
May
(4)
▼
April
(4)
His knuckles hurt, but the rest of him felt go...
Everything goes to sleep if you wait long enough...
What did it matter where you lay once you were dead?
"Cheapskate," said the cowboy. Then he frowned, t...
►
March
(5)
►
February
(4)
►
January
(4)
►
2008
(29)
►
December
(5)
►
November
(4)
►
October
(4)
►
September
(5)
►
August
(4)
►
July
(4)
►
June
(3)
About Me
David Rachels
David is editor of the first-ever collection of Gil Brewer's short fiction,
Redheads Die Quickly and Other Stories
.
View my complete profile
No comments:
Post a Comment