Monday, September 28, 2015

Pulp Poem of the Week



He got hold of a gun.
His first killing followed
automatically.

          James Hadley Chase
          No Orchids for Miss Blandish
          1962

Monday, September 21, 2015

Pulp Poem of the Week




I’ll remember
what you said
when I’m half
way to heaven
on a roller coaster.

          Don Tracy
          Last Year’s Snow
          1937

Monday, September 7, 2015

Pulp Poem of the Week



Marvelous.
I’ve just committed
my first venal sin
and it feels
marvelous.

          P. J. Wolfson
          Is My Flesh of Brass?

          1934