Poetry Promoter by Doug Draime

Poetry Promoter A writer, working with a well known booking agency, emailed me from the Bay area with a friendly invitation to come and read, along with several other poets. Writers and poets from all over the country were showing Continue reading Poetry Promoter by Doug Draime

A Hoot by Doug Draime

A Hoot Give it to the black sun ………………of Harry Crosby. Give it to the Nomads of Niger ………………dancing in jagged pairs. Give it to the hollow dead eyes ………………of Goya. Give it to the dust blowing westward ………………constantly in Continue reading A Hoot by Doug Draime

You Know There’s A Weak Link Somewhere by Doug Draime

You Know There’s A Weak Link Somewhere When they come knocking at you door with your name on their list No smile on their lips Knowing things about you only a fly on the wall 30 years ago could possibly Continue reading You Know There’s A Weak Link Somewhere by Doug Draime

Plant Some Sweet Peas There, Too by Doug Draime

Plant Some Sweet Peas There, Too Bulldoze the green and lush ivy walls. Tear down the sanctimonious Ivory Towers. Plow up the campuses and classrooms. Plant tulips and roses and lilacs and carnations there, where blind conformity is sold, where Continue reading Plant Some Sweet Peas There, Too by Doug Draime

3 Days Drunk In A Dark Motel Room by Doug Draime

3 Days Drunk In A Dark Motel Room the filthy & thick brown curtains are closed the tick of glowing & very broken travel clock on a black night stand ancient hands fumble in the sheets midnight or possibly dawn Continue reading 3 Days Drunk In A Dark Motel Room by Doug Draime

Orchid by Doug Draime

Orchid touching, like falling ..through foggy, foggy clouds ………………of utter shit storms, holds movement and ……..perpetuates movement all at once. ……….Where in bright sunlight an orchid, caresses . Doug Draime’s latest book is More Than The Alley, a full-length poetry Continue reading Orchid by Doug Draime

Last Stand: Poet As Rock Star-Magician by Doug Draime

Last Stand: Poet As Rock Star-Magician Pulling filthy/ irreverent words out of a top hat, his rabbits in the heat of orgasmic fuck, as his wand/guitar ejaculated. “Enough”, he screamed. And then he disappeared, humping wildly, like a stud horse, Continue reading Last Stand: Poet As Rock Star-Magician by Doug Draime