Ron Kolm, Author at Sensitive Skin Magazine

Penis Extensions

Ron Kolm

Warfare has always been About extending your will Further than your enemies. Stones, spears and bows and arrows Were all used in fornication. Then crossbows, muskets, Cannons and bombs were invented To fuck with the m...

CBGBs

Ron Kolm

I worked in the Strand bookstore with Tom Verlaine. He invited me to CBGBs the first time his band, Television, played there. Punk was born that night. I ended up getting into a fight with my date and we left ...

The Beat Goes On

Ron Kolm

It was a slow night in the bookstore so I went over to the literature section and grabbed a copy of Celine's Death on the Installment Plan and took it back to my post at the cash register. I hid it under the counter ...

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...