Monday, April 13, 2015

Pulp Poem of the Week



The past
was filling the room
like a tide
of whispers.

          Ross Macdonald
          The Instant Enemy
          1968

Monday, April 6, 2015

Pulp Poem of the Week



A favor’s no good
unless
you pay for it.

          Lawrence Block
          A Stab in the Dark
          1981