The candles flickered on the windowsill, my cigarette burned in the tuna-fish can, a still small voice said, "This is where you belong. Don't mess this up." (- Garrison Keillor, from Love Me)

282. february 11, 2011 (fri. Edrie took me to Story Time Preservation Hour feat. Elephant Tango)


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i'm glad i'm blogging these instead of hiding them with the embarrassment of first drafts (or the opposite paranoia i understand but can't personally understand, fear of those plagiarising for profit? to quote Brian Teare at AWP '11, "we certainly aren't doing it (writing) for the fiscal rewards.") -- anyway, blogging has always been the challenge ( Read more... )

August 30, 2010 (wk18, mon., cabaret preview)

Peel back tin foil from
Helen Kane's chubby sheet music
Ukulele squeaks

Cheeks in such trouble
Pressed gall'ry seats, front row
For a Holocaust

(Past is a silent film)
Lacquered sublimation stings
Powdered train cars halt

Free beer tears welcome
Tailbone aches through Act II
Bienvenue aux liminal


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