While I was avoiding hungry vendor stares at the NYC Zine Fest last summer, Rachel – again – was being an admirable astronaut on spaceship earth and making awesome finds. Can’t remember the provenance of this poem either (outside of “from an egg”). If it’s from you, holla at your boy.
Rachel bought a cigarette shaped poem from a vending machine at NYC Zine Fest last summer. We can’t remember provenance outside of that since it’s been so long (if it’s you, let us know) – but it was worth the wait!
typewriter song pt. 1 and 2 (2006)
The first – amazing! – submission to the AMR YouTube Contest, by way of Mark Fullmer (whose book of micropoetry, Tweet Tweet: a mysticotelegraphic fistbump panegyric to the american open road odyssey, is coming out shortly).
If you’re interested in participating, here’s the invitation! Fun!
