28.2.10

punching buttons

I just hit send on an email submitting 6 poems for consideration for the university's literary journal. I am very nervous and very excited!

14.2.10

Forgot about Philip Jenks


I completely forgot to post this picture.

12.2.10

the plan and start

Adam and I have decided (loftily) that we want to self-publish a collaboration book of poetry. The way we have decided to tackle it is to pick a topic, any topic, ever, and send it to each other. We will then write our own takes on the subject and then place them on facing pages in the book. Adam has given me the first topic and I have written TWO different poems on the subject, but think I have decided which I am going to go with. I am really excited about the whole project even if it takes forever.

11.2.10

newest for class

the assignment was a memoir, but unpersonal. so no pronouns.




“when the wind rushes by where the foot was, it gets chilly”

stood in front of faces to reach up to the lips. just wanted to climb something. nothing would impress all. the red scrap metal amphibian licked teeth out of mouths. carried the previous night and a pigeon wing in pocket. offering an olive branch to the music box Viking through a series of 1001011000100. built a nest for five children’s t-shirts, grounded jaw, and eyes on back. was going to sleep in a real pile. when the pile was sound, found lost finger, but sewed it to hand. six and four is two hands. the bear held head through the morning and spelled adorable backwards. wool as tangled in exposed tibia and trailed to the door. the cursive urine read: “post script don’t want to step on wet floor.”

2.2.10

Jenks Jitters

For Class we read On the Cave You Live In by Philip Jenks and had to write an emulation. Philip Jenks came to class and did a reading and talked about his work. I actually read my emulation, which was super nerve racking. Here it is.


the pawn shop editor
chose the ceramic ponies
chipped into the black footing
are naval tattoos.

speaking Aramaic he traced
faces from tobacco stained yearbooks
balanced on skin screen
lost globes