Remembering "Fuck You: A Magazine of the Arts" and others. I don't really like Pot Brownie Massacre either, Dennis, but hell, why not? Maybe just a little readjusting would work: call it the "Brown Potty Massacre." I guess then you'd get poems about shit, but when I called my magazine Pig in a Poke I can't remember getting any poems about pigs and just a few about poking.
It's my birthday but remind me to submit when I am more sober. Having fun drinking Remy Martin (no relation to John) cognac in bed with my wife. Who is way hot and sweet to me.
Here's to your new venture!!! We've talked before and I'm glad somebody with your cojones is attempting this.