Sometimes when we stand at the shore and look out to the horizon we can see the swells grow bigger and bigger, feel the trade winds shift and pick up, and we know something big is on the way. Stay tuned lovers of poetry and our press…..keep watch, batten down the hatches, put on your favorite Perfume and bum a Cigarette….the time to set sail, pillage and plunder is upon us once again. No need to hide the women and children though bring ’em along. You are all invited.
Todd Cirillo
Julie Valin
Matt Amott
After Hours Poetry 