Poem by David P. Miller
Photography by Alisha M. White.
Poem by David P. Miller
Artwork by Alisha M. White.
3TV Presents: David P. Miller
Nobody – i’m going to throw myself in front of the train paces platform far end erratic loops muttering you hear his vow first. and – (mutter) [...]
Stone Soup Servings Presents: David P. Miller
Stone Soup Servings is a regular series for Oddball Magazine that features upcoming performers at Stone Soup Poetry, the long-running spoken word venue in the Boston area that has recently [...]
The Oddball Hour With PB n’ J, Episode 4: Tripping Out on Poetry
National Poetry Month Burnout is upon us. And it feels soooooo good! Join us for another episode of our podcast as Chad Parenteau, Toni Bee and Jason Wright return exhausted to [...]
Oddball Magazine’s Poetry Marathon Presents: David P Miller
Back and There Again Elbows at eye level and instrument cases in the aisle, the city bus passes by the pranksters’ university across the bridge through the music school barrio [...]
Poem by David P. Miller
Double Concerto Do your best to conceal yourself in the handicapped stall end of the row off come the pants and long underwear the second pair of socks then pants back [...]
Second Day Poetry Festival: Word Sugar Crash by David P. Miller
I stand at the intersection and listen to the obsessed buzz of the pale walk-light man, a man never known to actually walk, as I scan the streets for my wife. [...]