Poems by Ryan Quinn Flannagan

Karl Marx Alienated Me from my Washing Machine   Karl Marx alienated me from my washing machine and now I don’t have any clean laundry. And if I leave the house naked again I’ll be a repeat offender. And you know what most everyone thinks of double-dippers.   Crossing the Rubicon with a Case of … Continue reading Poems by Ryan Quinn Flannagan


BY Ryan Quinn Flanagan    is that cardboard? is that D.B. Copper on performance enhancing drugs? I could skin a snake with chopsticks while listening to Nancy Sinatra, that is not what I wish to do, but what must be done the sole difference being one of want: what I want, you ask? a cart full … Continue reading Chinook