I was born into a body and set out in it to learn who I was. I saw no contradiction in this.
Hello to anyone who loves Austin or poetry and especially Albert Huffstickler’s poetry! Could you send, by e-mail or post, a note to the Austin City Council to give your approval for naming a small Austin park in his honor? Continue reading albert huffstickler | hello…
THANKSGIVING EVE That stranger bearing your name is following you. He is walking in your shadow down the street, listening to your silences, tuning in on your prayers. He is waiting for you to sense him and turn. Then he Continue reading albert huffstickler | two poems for thanksgiving
Writing poetry in america. Writing poetry in america under the sign of the gun. Writing poetry in some broken down american bar. Writing poetry while trying to drive a cab. In america. Writing poetry while working at the post office, Continue reading todd moore | blood and fate under mad stars
Love Song In how many rooms have I thought about you in fifteen years? In how many states? In how many moods? Knowing all the while that you were still the same and that I was the one who left Continue reading albert huffstickler | love song
La Buanderie Ceci est comme Hopper l’aurait peint : la rangée des sécheuses jaunes attrapant le soleil dans la vitrine, un homme la main étendue vers la machine à sous, la tête tournée sur le coté comme s’il réfléchissait, une Continue reading albert huffstickler | la buanderie | laundromat