By Carl Papa Palmer The Florence Nightingale costumered splattered with face paint bloodfrom Halloween makeup tubesarranged on the bathroom sink. Watching Mom in the mirrortransform the clear complexionof her lovely daughter intothe ghastly black and greenof the dreaded Nurse Hatchet….

By: Chuck Orloski When I am hurt & when I have given hurt, & in order to expel sorrow & shame, I go (unmasked) for long walks in my favorite cemetery. There I sing songs to hundreds of dead who sometimes…