OMG OMG

totes forgot to mention that Matchbook published a tiny story of mine a couple weeks ago. read it here: http://www.matchbooklitmag.com/savoca.html

just sittin here

feels weird everything not too sure what is going on i'm here in bed though someone downstairs is coughing i just heard the cough tomorrow is thanksgiving why do i always get weird around holidays whatever man should i just go to sleep should probably just go to sleep i might just tweet this instead but in a much shorter version but yeah whatever

Best of the Net

my poem i wrote a poem about our emails lately has been nominated for a Best of the Net award, thanks to indigest mag. click here to read the poem

i looked at all the past winners and runners-up and, well, just HA, but yeah, still cool

what else?

Morocco, the new poetry book, is out and shipping and doing really well. perhaps a huge review is coming, we'll see what happens

here is an article about a reading we did up in hudson new york (includes many pictures)

click here to buy the book

what's next for anyone seems to always bother me. like, what's next for anyone. what is next for anyone. i don't know. but it seems to matter a lot somehow

it's like, hey look at what that lady is doing

what?

look, anyway, the thing is that i just have no idea what's even happening anywhere, except like there's a revolt in libya, right? and isn't there some 21 year old ucla student over there just running with the rebels?

what's next for that guy?

from Joan Didion's The Year Of Magical Thinking

"One night that summer he asked me to drive home after dinner at Anthea Sylbert's house on Camino Palmero in Hollywood. I remember thinking how remarkable this was. Anthea lived less than a block from a house on Franklin Avenue in which we had lived from 1967 until 1971, so it was not a question of reconnoitering a new neighborhood. It had occurred to me as I started the ignition that I could count on my fingers the number of times I had driven when John was in the car; the single other time I could remember that night was once spelling him on a drive from Las Vegas to Los Angeles. He had been dozing in the passenger seat of the Corvette we then had. He had opened his eyes. After a moment he had said, very carefully, 'I might take it a little slower.' I had no sense of unusual speed and glanced at the speedometer: I was doing 120."

new poem

a poem of mine at indigest magazine: click here to read it


also, kitty can't stay awake:

video review of book

click here to watch a very nice video review of long love poem with descriptive title (it mentions shakespeare)


also, a super rad gif of mousetraps and ping pong balls explaining nuclear fission and basically the entire universe:

small doggies!

small doggies magazine spotlighted me with a poetry feature containing 3 new poems i wrote. i am calling the poems new even though the time-line-span from the first one to the last one is about 2 years, newest at the top.

click here to read the poems!

also, in a week or so i am going to have a poem published in the newest issue of indigest magazine which is run by a person named dustin who i met a couple of weeks ago at a leigh stein reading in brooklyn. dustin and i stood near the stairs and daydreamed about if evander holyfield walked in and yelled 'listen up' to get everyone's attention and then just stared blankly for a few seconds before walking right down the stairs and leaving the premises.

BTW, no one is better than leigh stein at reading their own poems out loud.