was.

There's Something Fishy in my Refrigerator

oh my

dog and lamp say hello to new york city.

Is it only when you’re little
you know tigers live in your closet—
one with your shoes on his two ears,
another with your umbrella tied to his tail;
the rest wearing your red coat
and blue trousers with the red buttons?
Is it only when you’re little
the dustballs have mountainous shadows
in the crack of light under the door?
Or is it also NOW you fear that tigers will eat you—
when you wake in the middle of the night
and don’t know where you are,
nor remember how far you’ve come.
Your nose hurts like a plowed field,
your fingers stiff—
Then somehow, you remember what you’ve accomplished.

     -Diane Glancy, Tiger Butter

cabbage & bean soup

anyone want some jalepenos? we have tons.

unexpected hiatus, man down. we're rebuilding.

back soon!