…Tales from the Green room…Devil-May-Care Lines…Chill Rips…& Other American Weirdness From the bro-migo side of the Grind….
…Always alone, not lost, or lonely, like the admirable lope of a coyote in the glow of the horizon-line moonlight, almost holy…
Nicholas Viglietti
a writer, Sentence Slinger, and a Waggish Line-ripper of a chill-migo poet…Livin’ on the slim side of large in Sac-Town, CA.
After Katrina ravaged the gulf coast, he rebuilt homes there for 2 years. Up in Mon-tucky, he cut trails in the wilderness. 3 years of Americrops Service.
In Humboldt , He bucked Hay, Carved Waves, And And Earned a Degree Despite the Haze. He pedaled from the cap-city to S.D. He’s a seventh-life party-hack, attempting to rip chill lines in the madness….