Friday, July 31, 2009

all the little sounds

i've been thinking a lot
about babies

he looked
really scared when
i told him that
no i mean,
i don't want one,
i just feel obsessed
with them right now

he still looked scared
when he
took off his t-shirt
and lifted mine,
he shoved it under
making a misshapen
he looked scared still
when he laid his head
on the demented looking
and said to my stomach
mon bébé, ma famille
i laid back
embarrassed and satisfied
and fantasized about
crushing all the bones in
his face
and all the little sounds
they would make
snap snap snap

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Ex Cathedra

I have a new story live today, at Ex Cathedra. It's actually a really old story, but it's new to you. My story starts on page 71. There are some other familiar faces, like my baby boy Matthew Savoca.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

broadway junction

i had this dream last night
broadway junction
she spoke to me
her language
was these strange
whirs and whines
she asked me
if we would burn her down
she wanted to be ashes
i told her
i told her
i'm sorry honey
i asked her
when she's all ashes
if we could retrieve
her stained glass
and wear them
as our halos
she said

as i got off the train
she said
one more thing
tell eric
i always loved


this has been reblogged at this strange little place.

Thursday, July 09, 2009

sammy, my darling giant

above: sammy doing something illegal behind giant metal legs, but i wont say what

I was in Chicago a while back. It was a really sad weekend for me. However, I did meet sammy. He wrote this really nice thing about the day and evening we spent wandering, being worthless, magnificent losers together.

Also, if you haven't already, you should join the list to get Stephen Elliot's The Adderall Diaries for free. I read it, it's pretty incredible. You would be stupid not to sign up for this. Go here for more info.

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

accessible babies

I had a dream last night that you caught me eating a booger. You looked at me, unamused, and said "I always knew you did that."

Monday, July 06, 2009

you can't stop listening

I am wearing my red moccasins everyday this week as a silent protest to your absence.

Sunday, July 05, 2009

pride is a weird thing to have

dear friends and nice people who like me,

last month a goal of mine was to have a finished poetry manuscript. i did not make my goal. i have a manuscript compiled titled, Everything Is Quiet. it is one hundred and five pages long. i don't know exactly how many poems are in it.

i have run into what feels like an unconquerable problem. the problem is that i have medium to severe grade dyslexia. anyone who has lent me a book probably noticed it takes me months to finish something very simple. right now my manuscript is organized in alphabetical order, and the order is not very good. i am having an extremely hard time.

if anyone has any spare time and feels competent, i am asking for help. i get vertigo every time i look at the word document now. if someone could just read it and help me with suggestions, or help me edit it, it would mean the world to me. i am willing to pay a small fee if necessary.

i feel like i cant go on enjoying life until this is done and submitted to places.

also, if any publisher is curious about the manuscript, an early badly edited draft is available.

im feeling really embarrassed now. please don't make fun of me.



Saturday, July 04, 2009

Ocho 25

The new Ocho is out. I have a story in it. Blake Butler edited it.

It is loaded with amazing.

Go read it.

Like, right now.