Ron Kolm, Author at Sensitive Skin Magazine

What Will Come of It All

Ron Kolm

I’m sitting In the Parkside Lounge With a good friend, drinking Too many White Russians And bemoaning The state of the world. “What’s going to happen?” I ask her. “Well,” she says, “There wi...

Problem Child

Ron Kolm

It all started with a big bang -- the sound of something heavy smashing against a wall, and it came from the apartment directly below mine. I headed out into the hallway to see what had happened, and was greeted by the secon...

One Hundred Years Among the Daisies, poems by George Wallace – Review

Ron Kolm

One Hundred Years Among the Daisies, poems by George Wallace. Published by Stubborn Mule Press, 2018. I have this notion that the chunk of time we’re going through in ‘our’ American culture, under Mr. Trump, is ...

Matty Jankowski, RIP

Ron Kolm

There was a posting on Facebook on Saturday, January 12th, by Joe Maynard, an old friend, saying that a buddy of ours, Matty Jankowski, had just passed away in Florida. It was a very moving tribute, and it also contained a l...

A Hermit Has No Plural by Gabor G. Gyukics – Review

Ron Kolm

A Hermit Has No Plural by Gabor G. Gyukics, Singing Bone Press. A Hermit Has No Plural, a collection of poems by the great Hungarian writer, Gabor G. Gyukics, is wonderfully unique. It is a surrealist vision of a world...

Hand Job

Ron Kolm

Hand Job It’s my first day on the job In a plant making hand trucks. “You’ll be rubbing acid on new Welds to seal them,” the foreman Tells me. “Here’s some rubber Gloves,” he says, tossing me a pair. ...

Hells Kitchen

Ron Kolm

Hells Kitchen After the war in Vietnam Wound down, and my stint Doing alternative service Came to an end, I had to stop And take stock Of my situation. I could return to Pennsylvania And get a job in a factory D...

Pierced by Night-Colored Threads, by Dean Kostos, reviewed

Ron Kolm

Pierced by Night-Colored Threads by Dean Kostos, published by MadHat Press, (Asheville, North Carolina, 2017). Reviewed by Ron Kolm I’ve read a fair amount of poetry; I was the editor of The Evergreen Review for thr...

Review

Classical Music Lover

Ron Kolm

Classical Music Lover I was sitting behind the cash register In Eastside Bookstore On a warm summer afternoon In June, 1976. The evening junkie group nod Hadn’t started yet, But they would eventually Shuffle in...

A Christmas Miracle, Sort Of…

Ron Kolm

It’s a cold morning, two weeks before Christmas, and I’m walking across 57th street on my way to work when I noticed him up ahead, shuffling along the curb -- silver hair, blue jacket and white sneakers – not dressed f...

A Bad Day – An Excerpt From Duke And Jill

Ron Kolm

Duke knew it was going to be a bad day, even before he got out of bed. He had a splitting headache, and a lump the size of a nickel bag on the back of his neck. He couldn’t remember where he’d been last night—or how he...

8th Street Station (Yin-Yang)

Ron Kolm

I met you At the Grey Gallery Across from Washington Square Park. We were going to the opening Of The Left Front: Radical Art in the “Red Decade.” We ate all the peanuts And most of the chips That were set out...

The Hurricane

Ron Kolm

My Sister is a pastor For a hospice In New Jersey— She’s part of a team That drives up and down The length of the state Helping the dying die. She spends her nights In motels and keeps her files In her car; her...

What I Did Today, Carl Watson's Issue

Ron Kolm

After contributing to an earlier issue of What I Did Today, Carl Watson collected three two-thousand word essays to go along with his already published one, to complete his own follow-up issue. Here’s Michael Randall’s ...

A Rabelaisian Alphabet

Ron Kolm

Doing book reviews is not really my thing. Years ago I wrote some for Jeff Wright’s Cover magazine, and though it was a chance to tickle the keyboard, and probably gain a few brownie points with the folks I reviewed, it wa...