Well we made love like a pair of black wizards
Mar. 25th, 2009
Mar. 13th, 2009
11:31 am - READ-ING
Tonight. The Dive. 947 E. Passyunk. 2nd Floor.
I don't know if anyone who reads this still lives in philly? maybe a few...hi guys...kisses.
I'm reading an 8 page poem about Piet Mondrian frozen to a bed of ice. So there'll be that.
I think she's into me but I'm too busy eating crushed peanuts with my new little fam!
Mar. 2nd, 2009
11:07 am - Wow Concerts!
Concert Season is coming up strong this year! Here's what I've got in the cooker!
-Morrissey (!!!) March 22nd (Jeremy got us 2nd row!)
-Dan Deacon (w/ full ensemble!?) April 3rd
-The Faint/Ladytron (maybe, might go just to see Ladytron) April 13th
-Flight of the Conchords (have tickets!) April 18
-Of Montreal (I dunno, kind of bored of them right now, but always good show) April 22nd
-The Tragically Hip (Double set show) May 7
-The Thermals (At Johnny Brenda's!) May 12
All I need for a good concert season is Dan Deacon and The Thermals, and look at all the other goodies Philly's getting!
Feb. 13th, 2009
03:17 pm - Guh Gradschool
Fall 2010, lookout! I'm beginning the process of looking for gradschools for creative writing/poetry. This is a mind boggler. First and foremost, I've got to find a place with tuition remission!
Stressed and i've still got 11 months to get my act together before even APPLYING!
Feb. 5th, 2009
12:54 pm - Feedback please?
When you die you wake again
to find yourself skidding along
a frozen river – stark naked.
The river exists as a solitary entity
in a vast, colorless nothing,
like a frozen blue bridge across the void.
Your strange, pink body will slide
fast and smooth down the frozen river
like a salmon heading with tide -
a most unnatural scene.
Now, whether this slide is your hell
or your heaven is entirely up to you.
Fight the great skid, and you’ll end up
a tumbling mass of flesh, scraped knees,
screams and puffs of cold breath.
Accept your fate and slide softly on your back,
relaxing and cool for all eternity
with a heady high from the constant rush.
Lay your loins on the ice river while sliding and behold!
Feb. 4th, 2009
Feb. 3rd, 2009
03:42 pm - "You shut your mouth..."
A fantastic friend got me second row tickets to Morrissey at the Academy of Music.
Jan. 26th, 2009
Hi folks, don't post normally any more, I know. But, I'm back on the pen again and could use some crits.
Here's one poem from a week ago, please take a look and give feedback?
Thanks, and love always.
What’s this? Is it some holy moment of Spring
bumbling past, lost and confused? I see.
I see and hear the birds that chirp and sing
through cold throats and shaking feathers.
The light, so yellow, feeds little warmth,
but still it feeds something. I’m still eating.
Gray light get back, the Spring has come!
A false spring, and still it comforts.
I’m bundled up, huddled in coats and hats,
scarves and gloves. All mismatched, all patchwork.
I wait, shivering, on the street corner for a woman
riding softly in a warm Cadillac to pass.
She pauses, looks me in the eye
and cracks a smile, waves her hand.
She has the right of way but perhaps,
on this false spring day, she has pity.
Pity leads to warmth - which leads to Spring.
Fall came in quickly, with a knife, but this Spring,
you’ll not show up until we’re sweating.
The clouds roll back into their defensive position and
where is the woman in the car? Is she warm?
Where is she now and does she need me in some pitiful way?
Without someone to wave on she waits, stalled in kindness.
Ice grips the Cadillac’s metal frame,
go on now, drive! But she rests, waiting for me
to wave on. There’s an order to things in the winter,
you go, then I go, or no one goes at all.
Jan. 14th, 2009
"We started laughing 'til it didn't hurt!"
IPod Shuffle digs up my past.
Jan. 13th, 2009
09:35 am - Unemployment checks come!
Where are the jobs? I get enough on unemployment, but i'm going crazy. Where are the jobs! Come on Whole Foods, Trader Joes! I have a degree in Screenwriting, you need that for the produce section!
And dear freelance work...you are paltry!