Kenneth Weene’s poem Pride apparently has nothing to do with marching through San Francisco in a parade I witnessed on June 28th. The pride on display there was rather gay, and the marchers lionized. Kenneth, I believe, refers to something a bit more bleak.
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Ahhhhh, Literati! The chickens have come home to roost! Here Kenneth Weene (pictured here in his younger days) struts his liquored finger goods–his entry into The First Annual Peggy Dobbs Write of Passage contest. All entries must contain the phrase “I swear, it’s not too late.” Makes us all wonder why did Kenneth cross the […]