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Praise for Hell and High Water

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The water is rising and the flames grow hotter as October 19th nears. Here is an early review of the book and a poem to get you through the weekend. Order information to follow.

Wolfgang Carstens promises “hell and high water” in his new book from Six Ft. Swells Press, and that’s exactly what you get. These poems blaze short and hot like matches, but baby, you’ll feel the burn; they both praise love and raise the level of pithy skewering to new heights. In Hell and High Water, whether he’s getting lucky (“i don’t write love poems”), or ruminating (“len,”  “contrary”), Carstens remains true to himself and his sometimes dark, sometimes hilarious, episodic visions of life.—Dianne Borsenik, publisher of NightBallet Press, author of Age of Aquarius (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016)

instead of “Speed Bump,”

the sign read

“Speed Hump.”

“look Honey,”

my wife said,

laughing.

“finally,

a sport

you

can win.”

–Wolfgang Carstens, Hell and High Water

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Poets Underground featuring Todd Cirillo

Now on small screens everywhere, poet Todd Cirillo is featured on the internationally acclaimed Poets Underground show with host Wolfgang Carstens. This critically lauded episode features the two legendary poets and writers in conversation and performance. A must see for poetry fans and good time people alike. So open up a sixer, mix a tall drink and enjoy as Todd and Wolfgang bring the goods to the world. Click below to watch.

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New Poem published by In Between Hangovers today by Todd Cirillo

Here’s a true story for ya….

https://inbetweenhangovers.wordpress.com/2017/04/26/marketing-by-todd-cirillo/

Marketing by Todd Cirillo

On the plane
reading your book,
Lipstick and Bullet Holes
the green eyed stewardess
stood in the aisle
leaning over me.
She asked
what kind of book
I was reading.
I told her, poetry.
She said,
“oh I wondered
because I thought
it was called,
Lipstick and Buttholes.”
We laughed
and figured out
it was the font
and the way
my fingers covered
part of the word,
Bullet.
She read some of the poems
as the cabin doors closed
and said she liked them.
She gave me her number.

I take it as a compliment
for both of us.

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