Hemp Follows the Needle

Cover of ‘Games and songs of American children’ by William Newell in 1884 Hemp Follows the Needle Our culture with hemp is so intertwined within the human experience that to this day, we still teach hemp culture to our children Read More …

The Hemp, 1889

The Hemp   Hemp with webbed leaf, Hemp is in bloom, In the air Pollen, like smoke, Corrugated above green strands, And, like a strong wine, his breath Gray heads in the plain. Hemp is ripe, Morning and evening We Read More …

Spark of Nature’s Fire, 1944

“Give me a spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.” – by Robert Burns from ‘Epistle To J. Lapraik’ (An Old Scottish Bard) 1785     Woman smokes from a water pipe, photographed by John Gutmann –  India Read More …

I Am Coming From the Hemp Farm, 1977

Men carrying bundles of hemp to the Złoczów Market in Zolochiv, Ukraine. September 26, 1934 I Am Coming From the Hemp Farm (translated from Farsi) I am coming from the hemp farm Water on one side, Fire on the other Read More …

What Comes From Hemp, 1873

Wat er van hennep komt by J. Vlieger (from Amsterdam) in 1873     What Comes From Hemp A cute little booklet published in 1873 by a dutch author targeted just one subject…  Hemp!   The title for the book would Read More …

Far Away, 1906

“In the veil of smoke from pipe of clay, I picture my sweetheart far away.” Stereoview, 1906    

The Giantess, 1857

The Giantess In those days when Nature’s overwhelming Lust Engendered infant-monsters day by day I’d love to have lived with a young giantess. Like a lazy cat at the foot of my queen I’d lay. I’d watch her grow into Read More …

Twas the night before Christmas, 1823

“Merry Old Santa Claus” by Thomas Nast Harper’s Weekly in January 1, 1881   A Visit from St. Nicholas ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings Read More …

Hemp Santa

“he looked like a pedler just opening his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard Read More …

Behold the Time of the Assassins, 1872

Morning of Drunkenness O my good! O my beautiful! Atrocious fanfare where I won’t stumble! Enchanted rack whereon I am stretched! Hurrah for the amazing work and the marvelous body, for the first time! It began amid the laughter of Read More …