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 […]

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 […]

Cranky Pants Blog Post

I’ve been up since 4:30 because my dogs decided to wake up and act like dopes, so it’s usually just a good idea for me to get up so their dopiness doesn’t spread to the rest of the house. typically I don’t mind getting up this early. My normal wake up time is around 5:00, […]