After Blood-Soaked Centuries of Supposed Progress & Advance

Wallingford’s Poet Laureate (and half shaman half devil’s footman) shares poems written while tripping, breathing, working, drinking, smoking, pondering, loafing, and lying around star-gazing. Poems as postcards, thought experiments, mantras, musings, reveries, songs & plans.

Mahoney tells us what we don’t want to hear, and what we can hardly believe, and awakens the soul-searcher in all of us.