You scan the room, find you know almost no one. You tug at the hem of your skirt, dig for the phone in your pocket, and look around nervously. Then you notice a table in the back of the room. Desserts stare up at you from the flat surface. Cupcakes, chocolate covered strawberries, an orange Jell-o concoction…and a plate of cookies. You grab one and nibble. The taste is odd…wait — it’s amazing! A b
lissful flavor-experience beats around in your skull. Soon you’re walking up to acquaintances and pulling them back to this table. “Hey, check out these cookies!” you say. You’re entranced, you’re eager, and you want to share. Now imagine these cookies are poems. And imagine this ‘zine, Weird Cookies, is a plate on a table at the back of the world’s most awkward party. The editors of Weird Cookies dig community art, art to be shared. We want our odd flavored poetry to light nodes, connecting the bright beacons of Iowa’s poetic minds. So read on, share — enjoy the light show.
