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 […]

Officially On The Wrong Side Of History

I was reading last night. It’s not something I do all that often—Don’t get me wrong, I like the site, but the content can become a little too repetitive—usually I’ll read it when I’m bored of whatever book I’m reading, or I’ve finished my word count for the day. Or, as was the case […]

Tuesday Night Bullet Points

The baby goes to her Grandmother’s on Tuesdays, so I spent the day in the office and didn’t think about much of anything else but work for five or so hours. It was nice. Of course, the baby came home without a nap and a touch of diaper rash, which made for a grumpy, tired […]