Feb 23, 2009 13:10
this weekend was full of snuggling in bed reading 100 years of solitude, native son, and the kite runner. very, very nice.
My chapbook is due soon, and I'm screwed. I still don't have a title. Ideas anyone?
The slam off is in two weeks and I'm also screwed for that. I'm trying to write some new poems. Which is a terrible idea. But I'm so sick of all my other stuff. Ugggggggmmmmmmmnnnnnnngh.
Last night, Christian Drake featured at the merc. First of all-GODDAMN! HE'S SO ATTRACTIVE. Second of all -GODDAMN! HE HAS FANTASTIC POETRY! He had this one poem about harmonicas and war and he played his harmonica between the stanzas and oh oh oh it was so amazing. He also did Bloodbath, which is a bit disguisting but still great.
Sleep is great. The balcony is looking like a mighty fine napping spot. I hope you all are doing well. I'm out like stretch pants. But wait! Those are back in. So I guess I'm out like...a light in a dark, dark room.