Every small town in America had them: those girls who were up to no good. They wore their clothes too tight, teased their hair too high. They hung out where they weren't supposed to, did things like smoke and drink and swear. They most certainly had sex. Even as a child, I was fascinated by those girls -- so fascinated that they appear again and again in my poems. I call them The Pool Hall Girls.
I am thinking about my Pool Hall Girls today because my review of Alexis Ivy's Romance with Small-Time Crooks appears in the latest edition of Prick of the Spindle! Take a look here.
And in case you want to know more about what I have been reading (And I have been doing a lot of reading, here. Spring has not yet come to rural Pennsylvania. It's way too cold and damp to venture outside to do yardwork), take a look at my latest poetry pick, The Rusted City by Rochelle Hurt listed under my Book Picks.
I am thinking about my Pool Hall Girls today because my review of Alexis Ivy's Romance with Small-Time Crooks appears in the latest edition of Prick of the Spindle! Take a look here.
And in case you want to know more about what I have been reading (And I have been doing a lot of reading, here. Spring has not yet come to rural Pennsylvania. It's way too cold and damp to venture outside to do yardwork), take a look at my latest poetry pick, The Rusted City by Rochelle Hurt listed under my Book Picks.
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