Notes on the Contributors

The following are herewith enshrined:

Samuel Bennett | LEG Ilbert | Heather McCabe |  Doc

Samuel Bennett is the self-indulgent megalomaniac behind this exercise in futility.  He writes the poems.  He edits the copy.  He even writes his own biography.  

To date, all his poems are only about two things:  girls and writing poetry.  Sometimes, to save time and energy, they are about both.

adolescentlovepoetry.com is his birthday present to himself.  He lives in Brooklyn.  He works in New York for a large textbook publisher.  And "Samuel Bennett" isn't even his real name:  It's a pseudonym.  He has a reputation to protect.  And he doesn't want his mother to know where the birthday money went.

But his mother thinks he's handsome, and he appreciates you caring.

Samuel Bennett writes Poems about Girls, including K-12.

LEG Ilbert migrated to Colorado where she heard the penalties for statutory rape were less severe.  In Colorado, she carved in stone, shopped at Target and tempted boys with candy.  She composes poetry by banging her head on the wall and her heart on the keyboard.  She pops boys like breath mints and eats men like air.

And now she's back in NYC, where she raises hell and cats.  Thank God because the place was getting boring without her.

LEG wrote Colorado Dreamin' about her time in Colorado.

Heather McCabe was born in midair, and she rarely hits ground. Pictured here, she's cleaned up her act some and sobered up since this picture was taken. However, she still hasn't lost her girlish charm or her youthful optimism.

Heather McCabe's a ne'er-do-well on the go, and when she's not commuting to her day gig in the 'burbs, she's learning and planning and doing the things you wish you were.

She used to run the publishing circuit, but she's settled down some. These days, she takes the train. These days, she waits on line. These days, she keeps it real.

We're lucky to have her here.

Heather writes limericks here and her daily thoughts somewhere else.

Doc comes from the heartland and speaks from the heart.  He rode out to NYC on the Lakeshore Limited, and he's been living in the city to pass the time and pay the bills.

He's a mystery, struttin' like an enigma, playing riddles on his guitar.  He took lessons and performs when people let him.

He can't ride a horse, but he can drive a truck.  He's never roped a steer, but he's drank his share of whiskey.  And though he's never been out on the range, he's been lonesome his whole life.

Doc writes Cowboy Songs.

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