The former snail hunter of Kahalu`u feeds her chicken
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Her cigarette smoke preceded her; as we turned the corner, she muttered
something about "our nation." A hen paced beside the fence, demanding to be
fed....
2 days ago

2 comments:
I like these poems, Joe. They prompted me to investigate the rest of the site, and then submit something myself. Does this breach blogging etiquette? I hope not. It isn't meant to.
On a completely unrelated note, is there any way you could FedEx me some bread from Wheatfield's? I am 67% sure that it wouldn't be confiscated en route to Tianjin. I'm good for it.
I like yours, Ben! It's a great idea for a zine - the news beneath the news.
What kind of Wheatfields do you want? I think anything but the multigrain would be hardtack by the time it arrived.
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