Monday, August 29, 2011

Pulp Poem of the Week



When one sells mattresses,
one has an in.
Talk comes quickly
to the point.
A woman wants to
purchase a mattress.
Take it from there.
Gil Brewer
Play It Hard
1960

Monday, August 22, 2011

Pulp Poem of the Week



I was as hollow and
empty
as the spaces between the
stars.
Raymond Chandler
The Long Goodbye
1953

Monday, August 15, 2011

Pulp Poem of the Week



Cars littered
the sloped lawn
like discards
on green felt.
Gil Brewer
A Taste for Sin
1961

Monday, August 8, 2011

Pulp Poem of the Week



The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.
Langston Hughes
“Suicide’s Note”
1925

Monday, August 1, 2011

Pulp Poem of the Week



he
needed
killing
Gil Brewer
Appointment in Hell
1961