Driving through my home town at dusk, knowing my way better than I know anything. Stopping in the middle of the street to stare. Kissing two fingers and holding them out the window when I leave. Of course I’m sentimental for it, of course I come back and mourn what isn’t there anymore(the fact it’s […]
it’s free. we’ll have books. & new work.
as always thrilled and humbled, humbled n’ thrilled.
The snakes will have to be torched. Scales, venom and all. There will be no donating the fangs to science. We will not wear them round our necks like drilled victories. We will cover our mouths with the necks of our shirts when the smoke rises. Try to breathe a little less.
“Come home, to […]
Memory. This, the most intriguing part of my evening–the connective tissue. First, after work, I sat at the coffee shop for an hour and read Tait’s story for a bit before being tugged by the need to write. I pulled out a notebook and started writing out memories(as a good memoir is prone to provoking). […]
I like how I have to keep turning the volume up as I go running. That add-distance/add-decibels thing I do on instinct, like I want the music(selected just for that purpose) to take my legs away from me.
Dressing appropriately goofy for the elements. See above.
Pick up soccer in the park.
I like how Abacus flips […]
large couscous and cold water
driving with the windows down
the talents of others
getting my first tan of the season while playing soccer
outside seating at restaurants for a party of 8
natural lighting
time share with incredible individuals
new music that moves me
running, because i want to
playing hide-n-seek with my niece
vitamin c
throat singers
thoughts before falling asleep
walking home alone
the loudest sound
the […]
sun on broken piano.
What is the best thing about spring? Surviving. Recognizing the winter at your back and inhaling. Air still sharp and chilly. Existing through senses instead of plowing through the day. Grinning stupid-wide, the practice of being handsome. Rediscovering the solitude of writing outside, writing sentences that mean something. Fighting for a good […]
obligatory snow picture
Snow and snow and snow. That’s been going on. The storm hit the Friday before last, andevery day since then, something’s been falling from the sky. I tweaked my knee while navigatingthrough the stomped down white, so I’m stuck wearing a giant brace on my right leg this week(it’s a wonky sprain). […]
When I get ready to read a book, I better have back up. That means at least one book of poetry to accompany any longer nonfiction or fiction work I’m trucking through. My intake requires a balance. Also, as a poet, I want to stay in a constant state of study. Going to readings, […]