H.O.N.K.

Horatio's Over Night Knews / H.O.N.K. 

HONK is me wandering through the corn stubble in my goose shit boots. Another resurrection. Again.

Honoring the ghosts of geese off-gassing under the asphalt at the Big Lutheran Church parking lot where they would gather in the corn stubble and honk their asses off. Moons ago, I began to write my view of the field: the Knews Review. HONK begins again.


Happy Easter Sunday 2024



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