February 2012
35 posts
Tonight is my in-town debut as the bassist in Dogbreth. You should come, I guess.
A common trend in my recent digital correspondences with authors, editors, & other literary folks is the use of the word “Cheers” as a sign-off. Weird.
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Reading Huxley & Hesse in the bathtub. The hammock on the roof & the time I drew a pair of shoes with small broken charcoals. That time I couldn’t get out of bed the day the library books were due. My trumpet. When I flushed so many tiny things down the toilet & left.
I just realized that I have to read six books by Friday.
One day I won’t be in college anymore so when my mom takes me to San Diego for a weekend I won’t spend a bunch of hours working for a literary magazine that doesn’t pay me or writing for a class about literary magazines that won’t pay me.
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I was gonna talk about how I’m sooo busy, but instead I’d rather post two poems I wrote recently for my prose poem / flash fiction class.
Untitled:
On the reservation, when a baby is born it isn’t really born until its soft throat, scraped from screaming, lets a laugh leave its tiny milk-filled body. Before then, between womb and laughter, the red and fleshy thing is a...
I’m a bad dog-mom who’s been going through a weird depression. So instead of treats Quark gets a splat of peanut butter on a saucer.
I’m sorry.
I’m glad that I took the step to surround myself with positive people.
There sure are a lot of dorks in my Jane Austen lit class.
It’s cool, I have friends who are dorks.
I don’t care if they’re dorks, as long as they don’t hit on me.
The Bible says dorks go to hell.
So who won The Grammy?
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Azarath, metrion, zinthos!
1. Drove to Flagstaff & back last night.
2. Anti-fame.
3. Flat tires.
I eat too much sugar.
GETTING STUFF DONE IS EXHAUSTING.
I just want to eat sushi & sleep all day.
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Sandra Cisneros’s publicist keeps unintentionally cc’ing me on weird emails.
ASU’s Tempe campus is a pretty triggering place. At least for someone with my particular set of emotional & psychological encumbrances.
NICE BAMBOOZLING, AT&T.
$254? Jeez Louise.
I better get a nice & charming customer service representative when I call tomorrow.
My darling friend is looking for rideshares from Phoenix to Seattle, leaving tomorrow! Let me know if yr on the way & interested in hitching up the coast!
A SATURDAY NIGHT SELF REALIZATION
If I were to make a list of my most traumatizing experiences, most of them would come from the time I spent in Baltimore.
THURSDAY
Strawberries & toast for breakfast. Books, borrowed coffee, cranky baby. Gertrude Stein. Headaches.
The world got very small. We put stones in our mouths & spit them at each other.
I hope today is better.
WEDNESDAY
Woke up to a living room full of strangers & walked the dog before sunrise. The tape deck in the red car won’t stay on anymore, high-pitched squeals intermittent Morning Edition. Body full of blood. Sister talks, with a charming baby, lifting her arms over her head so we would wiggle our fingers in her armpits. New naptimes & we played in the backyard, picking up small plastic cups...
Man, you’d think the laundry would’ve folded itself by now. Huh.
Ask the universe questions & I’ll give you advice, because I’m solution-oriented.
January 2012
55 posts
AN EMAIL
from the president.
> Statement by ASU President Michael M. Crow on Guns on Campus Bill > > January 31, 2012 > > > > Arizona State University, like any major research university, is a very special and very complex learning environment. In addition to more than 70,000 of our own college students, we have day care centers, elementary school programs and thousands of elementary...
I just got off the phone with Sandra Cisneros.
I think she just changed my life.
SATURDAY
Changed my shirt in the bathroom & rubbed my soft teeth with a wet finger. Dawntime goodbyes. Warmed up the van while the pup pooped in a peeping Tom’s yard. Gross, hairy donuts. Got off the highway at route 260 towards Camp Verde, drove it six miles past the bridge on the other side of town, took a right on Fossil Creek road. Two hours to drive twenty miles, clunking & crawling,...
FRIDAY
We packed up the van & stuffed it full of friends and the pup. Stopped in Black Canyon City, but not at the good gas station because it’s closed for remodeling. The tape of the howling wolves over the crystals and lasers of new age music that I inherited from my stepfather, the one with Cowboy Junkies on the other side. Surrounded by sunset in the middle of mountains. Stars, coffee,...
Tristan & I are on a date at the downtown ASU library using separate fancy iMacs to work on separate fancy stuff.
super sweet show tonight @ THE BIG HOUSE!¡!¡!¡
area50fun:
MEGA BOG (magick seattle-ite jams)
REMAMBRAN (magick santa barbaran jams)
DRAGONS (magick hometown heartthrob jams)
DOGBRETH (magick phx jams)
This was the best show of 2012.
I’m pretty sure that every children’s cereal commercial involves the cereal either being stolen by bad people/creatures, or else is being kept away from desperate seekers. Weird psychology.
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this isn't happiness.: F. Scott Fitzgerald’s... →
nevver:
Days of this February were white and magical, the nights were starry and crystalline. The town lay under a cold glory.
Dyed Siberian horse.
As thin as a repeated dream.
The sea was coming up in little intimidating rushes.
The island floated, a boat becalmed, upon the almost perceptible…
Two weeks of being a TA has eliminated any latent desires I had to be a college professor.
When I was eight & I had a bowl cut, I made a shirt with Sharpies that said “Just because I have short hair…” on the front & “doesn’t mean I am a BOY!!!!” on the back.
The residents of GabbaLand only care about snacks, dancing, & not giving up.
AN UN-INTERESTING, MAN-I'M-BUSY POST.
6:30 - 2 = work
2 - 3:30 = finish Moll Flanders
3:30 - 5 = class: The Novel to Jane Austen
5 - 5:45 = make copies of stuff
6 - 7 = Skype meeting with magazine editor
7 - ??? = evaluate two weeks of student work & post grades: Professional Writing / read stuff / revise things / eat a sandwich / be a working college student / hang out / jam/ sleep.
MY HEADLINES DON’T LIE.
Tonight I remembered why I started going to local shows in the first place.