I was sitting primly in the Parlour, holding my head proudly erect because I was about to skunk my brother Austin four games in a row in cribbage and the tinkling little ice cubes in his untouched lemonade had melted into soft little nubs where the glass sat on its damp coaster next to his pale fat hand…
Every week our Theme Expert, Teddy, goes into detail on a new theme. This week’s theme is Ragamuffins. If you haven’t thought about Ragamuffins in some time, you shouldn’t feel alone. Real poets in their […]
Our film reviewer Mitchell Kennedy has apparently decided to branch out into the field of children’s literature, perhaps pursuing in a tangential way his dream to become one of those six-foot singing, dancing, talking stuffed […]
Gulliver Soles Not the suns of your son Welford pistons in the night off the spat, tobacco river Flees La Quebrada to the son of seas And Howard says that for a can of peas […]
Emily is my name, and I am a hard lady.
Frankengirl is the pen name of Mary Gulliver, daughter of the famous Modernist poet Gulliver S. Gulliver. Contrary to expectations, she was in fact quite easy on the eye.
Every week our Theme Expert, Teddy, goes into detail on a new theme. This week’s theme is Fruit. This week’s Theme has me extremely excited, guys. I don’t know what you think of corned beef […]
17 July 2021 So the three-time Truman Capote Award for Literary Criticism winner, Harvard Professor Emeritus jackass was volunteering at a Peoria Children’s Fund charity picnic, that does not absolve him of these awful shorts, […]
Emily Dickinson in her own words
Thunder King sprinkler at dawnOne foot tippledT’other sawnlogs. Antonio shifted in the outbuildingSkillet spit, phono-graph’s pho-nemePlowed. Rare wind from the southToday. Thunder King on the horizon. Jeebs Finzach (summer 1932) Notes by Tark Mackintosh ‘Thunder […]