18/04/2025
It’s National Poetry Month. Many years ago, while I was an intern at a fledgling HOOT Review (no pun intended) and just before I gave my cat, Easy Mac, a bath, the HOOT crewed marked off poetry month with a line from The Waste Land by Eliot on Easy’s side in eyeliner, April is the cruellest month being a subversion of the opening lines from Chaucer’s General Prologue of The Canterbury Tales.
(Easy Mac was safe with the eyeliner which was promptly washed away along with her grime during her needed cleaning).
HOOT Review, our postcard press, started October 2011 (13 years ago, going on 14) and a lot has changed since then: both for the editors personally and, like, basically everything else in the world. Keeping any indie / small lit (or art) project alive is challenging and HOOT hasn’t been without those challenges: spending pennies from low paying jobs to purchase the postcards / postage, setbacks and grief, COVID, family needs, demanding jobs, and never enough time to accomplish everything. Some months the best we can do is triage (it’s only 3 editors keeping this babe around). In fact, this post is comin’ at you live after the 2nd failed attempt in as many weeks to buy postcard stamps and the post office not having any.
But even with challenges and setbacks, keeping HOOT around is a joy and an honor. Lo-fi and tactile: sending poetry and prose to others is our form of connection, which is why we hand write every note. Plus, we love USPS. While a lot has happened in 13+ years, HOOT is still here and we’ll continue our postcard press for as long as possible. Easy Mac is still here, too. Adopted when she was 4 years old, she is now about to turn 17; Easy has been a constant for HOOT. As such, we decided to share a new Easy photo with a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay: celebrating spring but not in the old way.
Along with Easy, here is the villainous editor, Summerslam 1992, trying to eat our postcards, and some small sweet poems on postcards from HOOT authors (art by author) and Robert Estes (art by ).
This is an insanely long way of saying: Happy National Poetry Month. We hope your poems are poem’ing