We are thrilled to present our first true chapbook, David Earl Williams' Everybody Lives Here One Night at a Time. This short collection of Hillbilly Dada poetry is a tasty slice of the supra-real, the surreal, the post-real and the un-real all wrapped up sloppy in greasy paper and set on fire in your consciousness.
 
“Just read all of your poemestry out loud and shouting and rolling with cadence. My dog, Button, howled and crooned and peed on the floor. Twice. Yes! Love this shit.... I advise you to get a box of soap and stand on it. Find a street corner in Boston Mass. But keep a brick under your box. Cause you never know when you might be called on to throw a brick...” —Rohn Thomas, Veteran Film-Television & Stage actor, professor of Acting For Film, Kent State University
 
"You haven't read anything like a poem by David Earl Williams. Guaranteed." —Nicole Gonzalez, Editor, Parliament Literary Journal

“The man is flawlessly, faultlessly, pure Zen-Zane...as buggy as a shopping cart in every Bestway”
—Hezekiah, Poetry Editor, Fleas On the Dog #11
 
David Earl Williams is the winner of the Incessant Pipe Venus Open award for a single poem and has twice been a finalist for the Actors Theatre of Louisville National One-Act Play Award. He was nominated  this year for a Pushcart Poetry Prize  by Parliament Literary Journal.
 
"I come at all of this, at all of this poetry business by way of theatre, by way of Sophocles and Shakespeare, I reckon, but also B. Brecht and the idea of the estrangement effect applied to poetry. And by way of Chomsky’s dictum that the only real difference between a dialect and a Language is that the Language has an army and a navy. And by way of Charles Olson’s Projective Verse essay which also gave me another permission, I felt, to do what I wanted to do, which was to create little engaging, strange and absurd Shepardish stage monologues. Because I also come at this all by way of failure. I’m a failed actor, a failed stage director, a failed play-writer. NOT totally failed, but—failed anyway. I made a living here n there, but finally, it got too hard…Poetry—I can do. I can AFFORD to do it. Failure doesn’t really matter. Failure is the nature of the business of living and getting on with living and writing poetry."
 
—from The Poet Speaks