a nursery rhyme for violent times
hack and kill a poem by punkie Hack and Kill went up the hill To see whom they might slaughter. Just for kicks they fired their…
I Found the Future in a Brown Paper Bag
Of these four, which one doesn’t fit: rug, egg, drum, sex? I remember the question. I remember the answer. But I’ll be damned if I remember the rest of the…
Men Speak a Language All Their Own
They say women and men speak different languages. That may be true. They say women talk more than men. That’s definitely not. Another thing for sure: men speak a language all…
Sacrilege on the Sacrosanct: Sharing Mixed Feelings on Mother’s Day
“Our relationships with our mothers (and daughters) are not simple ones, are they?” quips The Warm Milk Journal in the understatement of the millennium on the Amazing Women Rock Facebook page. The…