Poetry of Subculture

Heavy Metal told me we are nearing some sort of end, a long time ago. You heard it too, the tolling of the funeral bell. We had a a little b...

This is a post about fathers, in a sense. It's also a post about metaphysics. A physical father can die. A metaphysical father lives f...

My love, It has been years since we've last corresponded. I still see you in my dreams. The first dream was of a spectral, pale v...

In the first instalment of these series we began to establish the actual extent of fascism's creep in the heavy metal subculture and w...

The title of this series of articles is an answer to a question. The question is "what do we do with all the neo-nazis in our heavy ...

   Heavy Metal, my father Sophia, my mother In an ocean of terror and sadness I bent my knee only for you   In bo...

In the couple of years that I've left our Poetry to lie languid and dormant I've put my efforts not in the business of telling but ...