Because let’s face it: \u00a0Free Range Just Tastes Better.\u00a0 You know you want it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Poetry deserves to be free.\u00a0 Words, like information, like porn, want to run free across the flat grassy prairie of your mind and cluck as they did in the old days, when chickens were scrawny and dinner was a tasty\u00a0adventure.\u00a0 Words don’t believe in supermarkets, in pre-wrapped bacon or the easy availability of a dozen exotic fruits.\u00a0 Free Range Poetry doesn’t need steroids to bulk up, and it doesn’t get antibiotics.\u00a0 It’s not antiseptic, and it’s not all nice.\u00a0 Recipes for chicken used to start with “kill and feather a chicken.”\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
If you can’t bear the thought of killing it yourself, you probably shouldn’t eat it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And you’re probably in the wrong place.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because Free Range Poetry isn’t about microwaved bubblegum that’s nice to people and easy to swallow.\u00a0 It’s about being alive, and sometimes about what came before that and what happens afterward – but mostly about what you’re doing here, how you’re doing it, and with whom.\u00a0 Or to whom.\u00a0 It’s about hunger, not just that “zest for life” that you hear commercials for, but the deep hungers that motivate people to get up and do things.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Free Range.\u00a0 What have you done today?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Because let’s face it: \u00a0Free Range Just Tastes Better.\u00a0 You know you want it.\u00a0 Poetry deserves to be free.\u00a0 Words, like information, like porn, want to run free across the…<\/p>\n