In|Filtration: An Anthology of Innovative Poetry from the Hudson River Valley, edited by Anne Gorrick and Sam Truitt

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My high school in Oklahoma posted this page from our 1989 yearbook on X. I'm not in the photo, but look at it. Just look.

Everyone else having fun with sanism. Smooch smooch yay yay oh hai. Then there's me in the yellow circle.

I feel like Trump went all Leeroy Jenkins by running to Fox News five minutes after being briefed about the shooter and saying all the things.

I found an online archive of Bill Knott's work, including some of his artwork. Image: At Open Mike Night.

www.billknottarchive.com

This is the logo for a local medical spa here in super conservative Mormon-laden Southern Utah. Are you seeing what I'm seeing? And no, it's not a vaginal rejuvenation spa. It offers all kinds of services for both genders (I say both because folks around here only recognize two genders). Thoughts?

I mean, that's a good toilet poem. Noah Purifoy's "Toilet Bowl Sculpture," which almost approaches a heart shape, seems like a fitting response to your poem. (Image: Barry Raphael)

Bolo af after being told by a man here in Utah that only men can wear bolos.

I'm still proud of this piece, "[the narrative toilet]," which I made for a collaborative poetry collection written with Nathan Moore. McSweeney's even featured it on their site.