"And for God's sake, don't let me ever hear you say, 'I can't read fiction. I only have time for the truth.' Fiction is the truth, fool! Ever hear of 'literature'? That means fiction too, stupid." -John Waters
Spontaneous poetry by the author of On the Road, gathered from underground and ephemeral publications; including “San Francisco Blues,” the variant texts of “Pull My Daisy,” and American haiku.
"THE VIOLENT SWIRL AND JOY OF LIFE'S INCESSANT MOSH PIT"- This is how Rachel McKibbens describes Joanna Hoffman's poetry, and her debut collection, RUNNING FOR TRAP DOORS, lives up to the description. Learn More