Said Whitman one time: “America: that great poem.” The greatest, even. In this tradition, let me present most humbly a Whitman’s sampler. Only with fewer Cashew Clusters™ and slightly more facetiousness. Los Angeles Who has ever seen such strong light hitting green hills? And highways, highways. A smiling man in a green and white food… Continue reading 138 Haiku for Ahm-Ree-Kah
Fiction and stuff – Tom Baragwanath
Indulgences 