Music Saturday

It’s been a long summer (I know it’s far from over, but the Midget starts back at school on Monday, so it’s essentially over for the Rawson house). It’s been a summer of friends visiting, injuries, sickness, travel, and just keeping the kids entertained. More or less, free time has been a commodity that I’ve […]

First Drafts: 7:36 PM

You might be asking yourself what the fuck’s up with the poetry shit? A couple of weeks ago I watched David Lynch: The Art Life. (Here’s the trailer.) Lynch is a long time hero and the film flipped a switch in me. I’ve been lucky the last couple of years to live the art life, […]

First Drafts: Rented Rooms

We lay down in our rented room In the mid-afternoon. You are on the bed, which is too small To fit the both of us, And I am on the floor, a pillow bunched Under my head, staring up At the wobbly ceiling fan, waiting for sleep To finally take me And I imagine the […]

A Few Words About Gamut Magazine

Over the past few years I haven’t been big into self-promotion. I used to not have a problem with it, I’d pop links up on social media, or I would do it a couple of times a day on various formats. And then I started feeling a bit like a sleaze. I felt like a […]

First Drafts: Four Pieces Of Art

I play with the idea that there is No such thing as good poetry, Including this. * The harmonica makes my one-year-old Start to cry, until I hum her name thru The silver bar, which makes her cock Her head. I wish I had a camera. * I draw three decaying smiles and a single […]