Our site was hacked today. We’re back up and have fixed the issue.
Have a great Thanksgiving to everyone, from everyone @ Haggard and Halloo.
A Pitch of Sonic Ecstasy: Stuart Krimko’s “The Sweetness of Herbert”
by Adam Fitzgerald
I first encountered Stuart Krimko’s work at the 11th Street Bar Reading Series, one of the most distinguished in New York City. …
“Don’t You Want Me?”: Isotopes and the Attainment of Happiness in Cyrus
by Clarissa Olivarez
As I was walking out of the theater after watching Cyrus, I heard people around me saying things like, “Oedipus Complex” and …
There’s one version of the narrative behind these recordings that’s romantic but also basically true: that they represent an incredible victory of the artist’s spirit. Daniel Johnston was a young man in …
A Presidential Reception
by Michael Shammas
“Welcome, Mr. President,” said the doorman.
Matthew nodded. Mr. President. Even after a full day the title still felt strange. He walked through the hallway towards the Oval Office. When …
you, too. i’m thankful for every blinking moment i’m happy above everything else. i feel like if i keep in mind how grateful i am, god or someone will be touched by my thoughtfulness and grant me happiness all year long.
and, sweet potatoes. yum.
Cool Thanksgiving poem by Halifax:
Daring Candlelit Giblets
Vyborg Nana’s banana cream pie
Was invented from necessity.
A feared black Baltic verboten curse fruit,
Brought five-thousand nautical miles
North by scrap iron boats,
Whose rusty faith won’t let her sink.
She won’t have it been for not.
Thin whipped cream
Gargles screams under her whirring machine.
Brooding on the Gangut under her watchful spot torch
She thrusts over the counter with a heavy canister of flame.
“Burn and shrivel, you caramel babies! I’ve birthed worse than you!”
The apron is covered in swatted finger marks
And charming accidents.
Hard-packed dough,
On buttered metal and bean baked,
Worked with stiff blame and
Wickedly forgiving hands
Earns a serving place at the head.
Up at her in gloaming proximity
If not had it been for wont,
Her deft blade work of turkey mercy,
Would have had us fainted from the sight.