From the foreword: I remember the HUN in its infancy. It was really the idea of Zach Drees, although he'll always contest that I had some influence on the group's creation. And when it began, I remember hoping-praying, honestly-that it would become what it needed to become: a haven for poets of all genres, races, ethnicities, sexual orientations-everything a broken America promised it would be to its citizens, everything the fake United Nations promised, in a way, to the world. The House of United Nations needed to be willing to not only vigorously write and write well, but also to perform...