Little Billboards #13
The correspondent received honors in the waron his first book.
Tag: found poetry
Little Billboards #65
Workers are scheduledto will each hour.Their labor costsa handful of ass.
Little Billboards #4
My thoughts burn with snow–the hazards of Alabamasummer haiku.
Little Billboards #5
the spine dry contoursa rattle on a dirt roadthe map of human life
Little Billboards #84
Citrus Smokestacks(found poem–pg. 21 of Eric Schlosser’sFast Food Nation) The town out on the edge nicknamed “Citrus Smokestacks”had just sixty inhabitants. It was the last stop.Tourists and migrants jammed cheap…
