Bill HutsinNo Crime in Rhymin’The worst partFour Reasons The Walls Are Closing InMay 1, 2020May 1, 2020
Bill HutsinNo Crime in Rhymin’A man from Maine, it’s saidlimericks from the Pine Tree StateMar 14, 20202Mar 14, 20202
Bill HutsinSlackjawThe Ballad Of Alexander Fig, The Outlaw PigAlexander Fig was a handsome pig, as sleek as a panther at night, his curly mustaches and manicured lashes were a striking and elegant…Mar 8, 20201Mar 8, 20201
Bill HutsinP.S. I Love YouMinnesota SeashoreThrough the blinds, a stolid spruce, thickly painted with proud mantle of white, mourning doves sit, quiet and cool under weighty bough…Feb 23, 2020Feb 23, 2020
Bill HutsinStorymakerNo stillness bringSpeak to me of ancient stone, shriveled husk and brittle bone, iron earth and speckled clay, gnarled wood and salty spray.Feb 22, 2020Feb 22, 2020
Bill Hutsinthe CafeMotor manCobble together a few crunching thoughts slap on a name, and call me a man.Feb 18, 20201Feb 18, 20201
Bill HutsinP.S. I Love YouMorning desireShe let me draw her naked once, one morning on my bed,Feb 16, 20201Feb 16, 20201
Bill Hutsinthe CafeWarm dreamsOnly just awake bare feet fresh from the tangle of blanketsFeb 12, 20201Feb 12, 20201
Bill Hutsinthe CafePoem for a New YearThis is the place where I told a beautiful bookseller I loved her- and a block away she would break my heart, holding a 24oz Coors and…Jan 1, 20191Jan 1, 20191
