Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry
Poetry and Commentary that Smells
What do we call the innocent? Those precious little useless things we honor with large words and then largely ignore. As we do ethics. Or courtesy. Better yet - those prophets of doom with science degrees. What do we call them? Oh, yes, we call them fools. Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief
Artists & writers only exist because the world is not perfect.
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
A Literary Notebook - Since 2007
Imagination, is the art that runs the world, in Reality and Dreams.
Every soul loves soul music
Craig Bingham
Live While You Can
A Portal To Another Green World
GALERIA DE L'AUTOR. Especialitzat en paisatges de Catalunya i Andorra. Retoc d'imatges i creativitat.
Showcasing Our Rich Culture
Wonktastic, wimblistic; wanderings, wonders.
Thoughts on art and language
Chi come la fenice può rinascere?
Poetry for the less discerning.
Ideas, opinion, tips, advice, inspiration, and motivation of daily life.
CGFMEDIA
Photographer in Stockholm, Sweden
Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time
Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry 
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What you write is eloquent, and reminds me of something I read yesterday in The Times. With your indulgence I quote it here: ‘… A quote by C.S. Lewis: “Friendship is unnecessary,” he wrote, “like philosophy, like art, like the universe itself (for God did not need to create). It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.”’
(David French, NYTimes, 9-24-23)
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Thanks, JMN.
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You must have loved the folktale “The Emperor Has No Clothes” when you first came across it.
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Haha. Yes. I still do.
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