AubadeI would break into blossom now. I’ve smoked too many ( Read more... )

On the Birth of StarsRed the first quickening, flash-in-the-dark ( Read more... )

Ode to Frisbee ( Read more... )

There's a new short story contest at stanford, 8,000 word maximum, Seniors only. First prize is $2,000. Egad! That's enough money to buy a lock of Bob Dylan's hair!!!

...wanna try?

Solitary

The night takes of its cotton shirt
of silent clouds and rustling wings.
There’s nothing left in me that sings
except this morning’s coffee. Dirt

and acid tumble in my chest.
I still remember Adam’s eyes;
He liked The Lonesome Crowded WestEvery day the music dies ( Read more... )

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To An Old Friend ( Read more... )

Hopefully this will be the start of some more regular, non-poetry-posting LJ action on my part. Would that it could have begun more auspiciously ( Read more... )

Poker game, mi casa, 9 PM. Come one come all.

Formatting in LJ sucks. Anyone who cares can view this draft at Trip's fantastic document-hosting website:

http://www.scribd.com/word/view/377#embedded_flash

:)