Greg Palast, the journalist, shares a brain with Greg Palast the poet and story writer. This is the first time Palast the poet has bothered you with verse—and the last time. I will never send you another poem nor story unless you specifically sign up for my rhymes and fictions.
I was living in Hollywood, this was years ago, working as a sandwich-sign man, jazz drummer and a sperm donor. God knows why, but my girlfriend decided to try out for a film. This is about her encounter with Harvey Weinstein – or, more correctly, one of the 120,000 Weinsteins trolling the arts.
“STICK WITH ME ON THIS:
“IF YOU WERE ON A DESERT
“ISLAND AFTER A PLANE CRASH YOU WOULD DO …more