unsuspecting liar would you park here near the fire

Saturday, 30 September 2006

More names. Name poems. Poem names.Heather Has Always Moved AwayTrust only the brisk, the spiritwith a little bit of sputter behindit, the others under the same rain.It's odd to head for another's awning.But Heather, I miss you like a roadtripleaks music, and I thread my legs throughthe fire escape

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about july

Wednesday, 20 September 2006

I spent one afternoon with two people who kept calling everything weird. A man dancing in the dollar store to a kiddie piano? Weeird! Someone's brother named Setee? He's weeird! Weather? It's weeird! Strollers without mothers? That's weeird! A pamphlet with seven pieces of advice for pedestrians? H

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dzanc books dzanc books dzanc books

Tuesday, 12 September 2006

This is an excerpt from the press release of a super-cool new organization designed to publish literary fiction and promote literature, literary journals, and literary awareness:"Dzanc Books is a 501(c)3 organization set up to operate exclusively for charitable, literary, and educational purposes.

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r u gonna find a new boy to spoon????

Saturday, 9 September 2006

Kasey, I know you'll get a kick out of this: two new songs from Herman Düne, your second-favorite HD, courtesy of Songs: Illinois (and a little hyperbole, but hey):Get new HD songsIn other news: my friend Jordaan Mason is making a chapbook of his prose and poetry. You will want to get it. I owe him

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play the piano with your tongue hair

Sunday, 3 September 2006

She in Bed and He in MorningWhen she dozes off,and he slips from thebed to meet his friendfor pumpkin bread and coffee--How wind seems rude as a faucet,how all cotton sleeves drowseaway in flecks, dandelion clocks.How strangers on bicyclestuck or wag their miles of tongueand shriek a bunch of oily

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peak oil means there is no such thing as a mission

Sunday, 3 September 2006

I've gotten over some of my reluctance about poem introductions. We don't share a brain, just a language. So: this is a poem that is not about the universe. Sometimes different narrators jump in and out, like a conversation at a party or in a chatroom. My favorite words in this poem are the rhythm

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