good new things

Yes:

He Tells Us Sometimes to Wander by Jess Rowan -- on Pequin

Love Your Friends and Not Your Lovers by Kendra Grant Malone (rated R) -- on Bore Parade

From now on, when people ask me how I'm doing, I'm going to exclusively quote from my own poetry, churlishly as I can. Right now, for example, I feel like the end of my poem BLUES SONG FOR ANTACIDS, which is available in my chapbook available in the sidebar to your right:

"I TURN MY ENTIRE LIFE OVER TO BARR,
THE BAND. PLEASE CONTINUE WHAT YOU
STOPPED A LONG TIME AGO FOR NO GOOD
REASON AND TRY IN THE FASHION CALLED
HARDER. DON'T ASK ME WHY THEY CALL
YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PARTY WITH
WEIRD REQUESTS LIKE: "PLEASE COME TO
MASSACHUSETTS, CRAWL IN MY CHEST,
GIVE ME A FREE BREATHING LESSON."