http://henrymiller.tribe.net/thread/9331e522-1405-40cd-98e6-a501e508d407?format=rss Tribe.net. Local Connections http://henrymiller.tribe.net/thread/9331e522-1405-40cd-98e6-a501e508d407#c5108abf-3661-489a-b670-c9f858db7eb9 I am self publishing a chap book of poems and need a critque in order to get it in shape. Here is a sample and tks for your time. bar talk to Cathy Merris-McNealy sun setting in the breeze kids need supper wife in bed with cramps taxes due by midnight. the phone rang the wife took it. it was mom. i could hear the Jackals laughing again and my bones knew it was my sister. the one who looked like an Indian princess in Manhattan before she returned to small town Illinois. the one whose back broke from stocking bars and working kitchens in two different states for 20 years. whose doc finally said nothing could be done, just disability and dope. whose tongue two weeks before was so dope thick that when she called me honey i cried. that one had O.D. and now was in withdrawal. in the town of her birth in the town of her mother's birth. the town of her grandmother’s birth and death in the town where her grand father drank in sweating silent red brick streets and danced other women in full moon snow still nights while the Jackals of the Whorehouse of Death circled laughing. and now his granddaughter, my sister , is looking in their eyes to see if she wants their laughter or her life. Mon, 10 Apr 2006 19:43:52 GMT http://henrymiller.tribe.net/thread/9331e522-1405-40cd-98e6-a501e508d407#c5108abf-3661-489a-b670-c9f858db7eb9 Michael 2006-04-10T19:43:52Z