Junk and Beards (drunken beards?)

So this, I guess, is what to expect here on snapper's junk. minimal postings of poems, collage, and the odd beard update. there are a lot of features on this here TypePad interface and my urge is to build a library of long verse, stacks of photograph albums and scans of drawings and handwritten notes - a virtual, personal tower of babel aimed at the public, or just you. but who needs that. and let's be honest, I read a few blogs, I surf e-zines and e-galleries and the news, I even post on a few, but I'd rather have my head in a book, a real book. And that needs no publicity.

However, and I know there aren't many (or any) people reading this blog yet (or ever), I'll be happy to review or mention any chapbooks or zines and the like. But you'll have to send them to me, that's the deal. Music too. I like-a the music like I like-a the poems, ya know? Send me a note, I'll tell you where to send it. Or find the address at the effing press site.

I'm thinking I'll post a collage a week, a poem or two, and whatever else. It's junk right? but alas, it's my junk which makes it count. I'll inform you when it ceases to be junk, or you will know, or you will tell me, or someone will tell us all.

Junk for everyone. Junk and beards.