Sugar & Bandaids Press

There is a rubberband war going on. You may not know it, and it may not affect you (yet), but it's happening. This has been mailed in an envelope like anthrax- no note but a return address & a silent laugh:

Ew, giant rubber bands are scary, wobbly things- yet they pervade your life if you're in publishing.
The next move:

I think that a waterballoon would really step the retaliation up a notch but other people might not be ready for it. Can you send a waterballoon via NYC courier mail to another publisher?

Le jeu sont fait.

On another note, I love this photo by Julie Doxsee, it looks magical:


If you enjoy trees on the darker side, check out: http://jonpack.com/julia/ by Jon Pack. I have permission to share these photos, yo.

So I think I have a cover for my new chapbook with H_NGM_N B__KS. This is the sketch sans the text for "Who Could Forget The Sensational First Evening of the Night":

Hands of grass, grasses of hands, or field of hands? You decide.

This Sunday 7pm:
ZINC
90 West Houston
between Laguardia & Thompson
Mike and Mark read.
To find out what the last names are of these poets, & who they are, you must come to the reading. That's all you get for now. Mainly due to the fact that I cannot spell one of the poet's last name correctly. Intriguing, no? A little bit?