Butter
Butter by Elizabeth Alexander My mother loves butter more than I do, more than anyone. She pulls chunks off the stick and eats it plain,
Butter by Elizabeth Alexander My mother loves butter more than I do, more than anyone. She pulls chunks off the stick and eats it plain,
Painted Poetic Hours by Ryan Buynak my left hand smells of gasoline. my two front teeth are loose. my right eye twitches. bought eggs and
After the holidays by Emma Bean leaky creativity orifices stopped up by turkey fat and deep fried learning by rote. fractured brain cells halfway across
Icons in the House by Ivan Jenson Nostradamus asked me my plans for tomorrow and I said, “you tell me†while Buddha sat there refusing
Review of LUNCH POEMS by MARK YOUNG and DELTA BLUES by SKIP FOX and LUNCH POEMS by Mark Young Reviews by EILEEN TABIOS So-called perfection
Time for all new H&H stickers for 2011!!! Our 2nd round of stickers are sold out, given out and stuck everywhere from Texas to Indonesia
Inquietude, Ranch Style by Misti Rainwater-Lites Same trees as yesterday stand around the death defying pond. Life abounds but it’s of the inconsequential variety. In
CHRISTMASING by Hugh Fox Christmasing and Chanukaing into violin-tromboning blasting Polonaise from Rimsky-Korsakov’s Christmas Eve Suite into the BBC’s Slaughter-Evening News, vegetarian deer on the
Janine Pommy Vega (February 5, 1942 – December 23, 2010)[1] was an American poet associated with the Beats. Vega grew up in Union City, New
The Death Of Santa Claus by Charles Harper Webb He’s had the chest pains for weeks, but doctors don’t make house calls to the North