Wednesday, June 04, 2008


Before Houdini diced with death and lost
the final bet which burst his perineum
he stretched a wire from end to end of Pest
above the childhood ghetto in his mind,

These are the opening lines of "Wire," one of five poems by my friend Padraig Rooney that are in the current issue (June 2008) of the Concelebratory Shoehorn Review. Check them out! (And the rest of the issue as well.)

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