Through sprawls of twisting novels, jolting poetry, and a touch of drugs, a clique of artists belonging to the late ‘50s crafted the Beat legacy. At the peak of their activity, general America viewed them as destructive, wicked, and super gay. Naturally, bookstores and classrooms now showcase their work around
Lucifer was cast out of heaven; I was cast out of hell The perfect balance between Good and Evil truly rebelled And as he fell for the beautiful Belle, The Beast could illustrate with kisses, visions Words can’t describe Yet it’s written on your skin in invisible ink, I Fell
We here at BrokeAssStuart.com like to show love to the people who make cities like San Francisco and New York special. That’s why we’re doing a series called Local Legend of the Week. This is our chance to hip you to some of the strange, brilliant, and unique folks who populate
One of the best things in the world is
kissing the person you love
just as they are waking up.
It’s a hell of a thing to know
that once you have to move,
you can never come back again.
This morning I woke up to the news that Maya Angelou had died. She was an amazing human and an incredible writer, so I wanted to go back and read my favorite poem of hers, “Still I Rise”. When I googled it, the piece came up on Poem Hunter, so
The very lovely ladies at Sex+Design Magazine asked me to take part in the very first Red Light Lit: Erotic tales told by folks you wouldn’t kick out of bed. I’m honored and excited to read a few poems from the book of poetry I’ve been (very slowly) working on for