By: James Parker

James Parker on THE NO-NO-NOBOT

By: James Parker

In the groin of a tree, as green as lichen,/there sits an old boy with his hormones spiking.

By: James Parker

“Alaska, Alone” — a BOURNE poem by James Parker

By: James Parker

James Parker on J.R.R. Tolkien’s THE HOBBIT

By: James Parker

James Parker vs. KITTY SAUCER

By: James Parker

“Eat it, swallow it, the pond’s deepest tar.”

By: James Parker

Marc is here prostrate at the altar of himself.

By: James Parker

“I have never never kissed a car before/ It’s like a door…”

By: James Parker

Cosmic libido cruising on a chassis of pure chug-a-lug.

By: James Parker

Potent figures are stalking Marc’s inner landscape.

By: James Parker

He moves in style like a royal crocodile.

By: James Parker

His disposables are imperish­able, his feather brain weighs a ton.

By: James Parker

Second install­ment in an occasional series of COCKY extras.

By: James Parker

First installment in an occasional series of COCKY extras.

By: James Parker

Parker and Valicenti parse Bob Mould’s “Who Needs to Dream?” solo