SELL OUT!!!!!

so, I just found out today that the deluxe edition of my chapbook, the confusion will be enough for them to leave you alone, has sold out.

you know what that means? that's right, you'll have to pay big bucks on ebay to get one now. suckers.

or you could just buy a trade edition. who needs all the fancy stuff, right?

Alligator Stew

my friend across the pond, Mr. Lally, took it upon himself to solicit submissions, print and send out a small press lit mag in the span of a month.

well he did it. and no, it doesn't look like a pile of toilet paper held together with glitter glue. it looks good. real good, in fact.

look at the picture up there! there's someone with sensitive poet hands giving it a thumbs up! I mean, he can't be wrong, can he?

anyway, am I schilling this out of the goodness of my heart? no, of course not. I'm in it! 2 poems and a large drawing. and while my work is enough reason for you to buy this (stop snickering, please. and spit out that gum), it also features some other fine poets: Harry Calhoun, Dave Donovan, Father Luke, Jenifer Wills, justin.barrett, David Barker and others. even Mr. Lally makes an appearance or 2. vain bugger.

you can find out how to buy one here, and learn all about Alligator Stew's epic journey to fruition here.

do you dance at weddings?

everything borrowed and everything blue, when the music starts she thinks it’s for something else. some funeral somewhere in Poland. but everyone is watching her. waiting for her to start walking so she does. not everyone is watching, the priest has to take him by the elbow and turn him to look, but he just glances and turns his eyes to the ceiling. she is walking and wants to touch her hand against her belly, but if she does she thinks everyone will know. she wants to rub the satin in circles like tv has shown her to do, a universal sign, but she doesn’t. the music is going and the walk seems so long and if she could only touch her belly. with two hands, just to see the room stop. and say This wasn’t my idea, I wanted no part of this. but who says that here, in this place, with this music?

chapbook now on sale

well, the trade edition of my chapbook, the confusion will be enough for them to leave you alone, is now on sale.

the deluxe edition won't be available until late September (?).

so here's what I think you should do: buy the trade edition now, read it, and then decide you can't live without the deluxe edition. because, trust me, you can't live without the deluxe edition. Justine and Jordan at Chance Press are pulling out all the stops on this baby.

buying info, tons of pics, and kind words here.

and remember what the kids say: Buy two to keep from being blue!

at least I think the kids say that. or maybe it's: Fuck you poet boy! Get a real job! And get a haircut! You're too old to have hair like that! Is it a wig?

chapbook

well, the fine folks at chance press are working hard on my chapbook. I saw some pics of the cover this morning and I got a little giddy.

I'll stop myself from gushing and just give a link to more info.

but, I'll tell ya, I really want to gush. sensitive poet type that I am.

check back later for gushing.

almost forgot, the title is the confusion will be enough for them to leave you alone.

call someone

my house is tall and when I’m sitting at my computer I can look out and see the roof of the house across the street. the eaves troughs are retaining water, plants are growing there. it reminds me of that part in One Hundred Days of Solitude where it rained for four years and vegetation sprouted from the mechanisms of tractors. but this is not Mexico. our winters here can be cold. the water will freeze and the eaves troughs will turn to block ice and the weight of it will pull away from the house and land on somebody. killing them instantly. I don’t want that. Gabriel Garcia Marquez doesn’t want that on his conscience. get a professional or get a ladder yourself and go up there and clear out whatever is blocking the downspout. please. literature is depending on you.

matched

hello, spark yourself
into this world.

stoke and burn for
as long as you can,
or want.

try and forget that
you’ll leave fireless.

and almost without
smoke.