Natures: Goodbye, Zonko

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Goodbye, Zonko

Sorry to see that Billy Little died this past week. There's another poem, with a micro-bio, here.

Zonko was one of his pen names in the nineteen seventies. I knew him in both Buffalo and Vancouver, spent lots of time running in the same Vancouver circles in 1975. I always enjoyed his great, zany sense of humor.

(Thanks to Ron Silliman for the heads up, and the first three links.)

Labels: Billy Little, Passings

1 Comments:

lefty disco kid little said...: new zonko poetry blog up at http://zonkod.blogspot.com/

edited?/maintained by his son,
Matthew Lefty Disco Kid Little; 3:01 AM

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