Another low-tech, no-graphic site is The Part-Time Postmodernist, a site for poetry. I always qualify my remarks about poetry by saying I don't know very much about it, but that is a lie. I have heard some the country’s finest poets read and lecture. I have an MFA in Literature. I have published poetry and give poetry readings. Yet, I still find poetry to be terribly self-indulgent, and The Part-Time Postmodernist fulfilled that expectation. It is little more than a forum for Janet I Buck, Larry M. Olson, and walt phillips (yes, a e.e.cummings fan) to post their poems. That is okay if you have some – I believe the technical term is – kick ass poems. However, little ass is kicked here. The following is from Janet I. Buck's poem "The Long Division of Despair."

I'm fate without its seat belt on.
The empty mucus sack of walk
I'll worship quite eternally.

I question all the missing parts
and cannot sew a reason quilt,
but fill up holes with agony's whores.

Jill Hill lives with some kids, some dogs, writes, and manages a restaurant where she tries out her new CD's. She listens to a variety of music, from Classical to Blues, but tries to stay away from most rap.