Friday, April 25, 2008


"Pehaps, Love", a movie, really messed me up. It was herald as the Chinese Moulin Rouge except with a lot less music. I just hate the ending so I'm rewriting it. Here's the new poem which is still being worked on.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Flash Meeting

There is a new piece up. It has no line breaks. Check it.

It's a group meeting for people who don't know they're dead.

Joseph Ileto, a hate crime victim, is the host. Chris Kinison, who died committing a hate crime, is being counselled.

I have mixed feelings about the interactions in this piece.

Thursday, April 17, 2008


Spring arrives with stupid worms crawling nobly into sunlight. Everything is bound to surface, I guess. Here's a poem about it. This is the official second edit. The first attempt was lost. I'll remove it in two days.

I went into the poem with the images of dried worms but now they elude me. I only see haunting figures. Does this call for a new title? I hope not.

Recently, I've started having problems with my endings. I like them but my execution isn't even near perfect shitty. They lack the kick in the groin.

WordPress is making me happy. It allows me to see how much traffic my site receives. I average about four a day. I'm sure at least two of them aren't mine. All I need to do now is copy the links from here to there.

Side note: H has already shaved. The hell? It's been only two weeks. We need to make him eat a worm or something. C tells me that you need to drink vodka when eating worms. It disinfects the bacteria.

Thursday, April 10, 2008


I created a new blog for poetry. Http:// I'll leave this one up for ramblings.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008


Friday, April 4, 2008

In Love

I went into the antique bookstore to find a copy of Monolithos by Jack Gilbert. The owner shows me a copy of The Great Fires and asks, Have you read? I tell him I own it and that Gilbert is my favorite author. So he hands it to me and says, Take it. It's a gift. It was like entering an all you can eat brownie & cookie factory. So happy. I feel bad now. Almost like looting.

It's a signed 1st edition hardcover. This is my most expensive book and I got it for free!

Wednesday, April 2, 2008


H has agreed not to cut his hair or shave for 6 months granted we give him each $50. If he shaves he'll have to do it in front of us without shaving cream. H reminds me of raccoon with bad hair or the Vietnamese Gene Simmons. I can't decide. I'm sure he will have whiskers and small patches. I think this is simply hilarious but I'm positive there's a better way to spend my money.