This is the video of a performance I did for the Bay Area Poetry Marathon in summer 2005. Unfortunately, it cuts off with a little ways to go, so the ending’s gone. But thanks to Jason for doing the initial video work, and to Rich at Damn the Caesars for publishing this long piece, which I certainly never thought would see any life beyond this gig. All I can say is, leaving San Francisco was an emotional moment for me…
songs of the boot
domestic scenes
sound of bags
crumpling, front door
opens like
cracking ice
This is my new baby, just back from the printers in Austin. Thanks to Tina, Scott, and all the contributors who made this issue so much fun to put together. You can order it now via paypal (see sidebar).
$5
Cover by Michael Smoler, saddle-stitched
48pp
Featuring work by Ryan Newton, Susan Briante, Micah Ballard, Kate Colby, Jen Hofer, Farid Matuk, Susanna Kittredge, Andrew Neuendorf, Dale Smith, Steve Wilson, Roger Snell, Sarah Peters, Hoa Nguyen, and Michael Smoler
Spring Break is here! I’m tremendously excited to be packing everything away for a few days, including student papers, Medieval texts and theory, postmodernism, softball gear, racquetball stuff, book bags, backpacks, the coffee thermos, highlighters, post-it notes, gradebooks, chalk, and school notebooks.
What I’ll be picking up instead: The latest issue of Damn The Caesars; the brand spanking new, first-ever issue of kadar koli (details to come next week); our tickets to see Lucinda Williams; a map to Galveston; the Cantos (and Terrell’s guide to the Cantos); the Shiner Bock that Abby left in our fridge; my guitar; my running shoes; my own notebook and pen.
More next week…
Oh how I love love
and to be loved
but it’s complicated.
i.
Wake up to gray light
coffee and cold
cereal, OJ,
bowls, spoons,
cat’s out, radio’s on.
ii.
Afternoon music, salad
and words, hold this bowl
as it fills, your hand,
mine.
iii.
Evening’s candles, light’s
many voices, gestures
over the stove,
cat’s in and outside
dark quiet trumpets
against the glass.
Floss teeth, linger
at mirror,
together at last.
~
[I wrote this poem during my kids' class around Valentine's Day when I was trying to get them write "love poems" -- so I guess this is about as close to something like that as I get. Sent it to Scott for his broadside project, but since it's going to be a while for that, thought I'd post it here....]
| M | T | W | T | F | S | S |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| « Feb | Apr » | |||||
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | |||
| 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 |
| 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 |
| 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 |
| 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | |
