Something like a continuation of the past two posts where José and I ask each other to ‘workshop’ each other’s writing. Sort of like a bloggy circlejerk. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ from FIREWORKS Trading sips, water Tent blooms cloud And blue Powder and Floodlight Cars pass and stop sometimes Somebody gets out maybe With a kid “These are buy [...]
The following is a response, originally submitted via email, to Keith’s post about a poem he didn’t like anymore . He sent me an email saying that I should analyze the poem, write some thoughts regarding the poem, and then post my thoughts on the poem. I guess this is sort of like a workshop [...]
I wrote this ‘poem’ on November eleventh, a few days after I had a party at my apartment: ‘If it weren’t so cold, we’d probably have an epidemic’ This party in my apartment has been fossilized cuz the bottles are still all over the floor and table the windowsill too like an image I can’t [...]
“Um sure.” “Thanks, but I’ll have to decline. Next tome (sic) I invite you to an event we’ll travel there together.” “You doing okay dave?” “Forget it” “It is a okay david i was about to start laundry anyways” “As long as my bf doesn’t mind.” “Well don’t worry about it then. I should aim [...]
This photograph was successfully taken after walking through waist-deep snow in order to reach the river bank where the snow was actually somewhat packed and therefore easier to walk upon. I had ended up at this place because I had recently found Ljubisa on the street. Found? I was walking home from work one day [...]
A sorta crappy short story type thing by Keith Birthday This is Hatfield, Pennsylvania. Nestled in the southeastern corner of the state, Hatfield boasted a population of around 2,500 and covered a total area of 0.6 square miles. The folks there enjoyed a peaceful, simple suburban life. There was a wal-mart, a mall, and many [...]
Driving barefoot from Albuquerque to Santa Fe on a summer’s day, thunderheads in the distance (music: Richmond Fontaine, Thirteen Cities) Lying in the cab of a pickup truck with hs sweetheart as the sun sets on makeout point (music: Built to Spill, There’s Nothing Wrong With Love) Driving cross country through a midnight snowstorm (music: [...]
