Archive for February, 2011

Elegy of the Lamented Testicle by Adam Crittenden

What was left

for me to do

on such an occasion? (more…)


i swear i’ll remember his license plate until the day i die

two tons of speeding steel

swerved across black asphalt

and white lines

and yellow

and I had words

so many words (more…)


These are some pieces of art I received today from good friend Verbs via the Ohio Corrections system. Many of you may know verbs from my stories. Drop him a line. Nothing like hearing from the outside world when you are locked up….Andrew Denicola 581745 po box 8000 501 tompson Rd. Conneaut, Ohio 44030



The Greatest Goal Ever Scored
I’m not really one for sports. That is to say I love watching them and I count football (or soccer for you Yanks) and Formula One as my main hobbies. However since I’ve never really had the opportunity to drive an F1 car, the only real sporting activities I’ve ever taken part in have been football related.
In the summer of 1998 I was working in a Jewish summer camp for kids with attention deficit disorder in Pennsylvania. I was a mere 20 years old and this was the first time I had really travelled anywhere by myself. As far as first steps go it was quite a biggy, and one that I haven’t really been able to live up to in the years since.
At this summer camp there were around 40 counsellors from all corners of the Earth. Most of them were Brits like myself, but there were also South Africans, Canadians, Australians, Irish, Germans and a small smattering of Israelis. Though we were separated by borders, languages and religion, we all had one thing in common: A love of the beautiful game. (more…)

i sprung it out of the dung yesterday morning

The  heady’s were mourning, no hurting any more, just ketamine and open needle sores

Her  heart poured into my pimp chalice for hours until our mouths melted

into each other’s salvia incidents,

laced with way to much acid and amphetamines snorted over the tips of switch blade match sticks