honeyboy andrew meade, or h.a.m. for short, is a redundant poetry workshopper and thumb-sucker in recovery, who thinks about things until revelations and/or jokes burst from his head like petals of sunshine from the forsythia shrub.
You know where the library is, with all those dusty tomes on philosophy, sanity, prosody, etc.; these h.a.m. sandwiches are meant as snacks until you’re ready to take learning into your own hands!
As time allows, h.a.m. fashions his brain-quakes into text blocks that resemble verse; sometimes a sentence or two may linger, un-versed! Never mind what Mailer says, autodidacticism is not a vice!
- Poll, Pander, Plead – Repeat
- Group God
- ill shooters
- Natural world monetized
- Capital poetry
- the deconstruction of critical race theory.
- separate but equal arts
- Spring, and All that de(con)struction
- I Love Lois Lane
- The Outer Borough Colonel, Old Bone Spur
- White House Plumbing
- Body and Soul C.I.S.
- If Christ is English
- 13579@c
- Who Initiates Sex?
- the poet self-shrinks
- Joke
- R. SC
- Damn you, Hasbro
- Credulity Gap
- The Apology of St. Andrew
- crazy uncle, eh?
- The Madness of Saint Amy of the Robes
- X marks the Spot
- Fancy Foodie Quiz
- Diary of a Bipartisan Poet
- Rude or Ignobel?
- At the Crossroads
- Kill U. or it kills U.S.
- Blowin in the wings
- in re: BD
- burns