IN WHICH TEEN ENVY FROM THE MID 80'S SET MY SUMMER AFLAME SENDING ME ON A PATH OF SELF DESTRUCTION... HOW HAIR CAN KILL... HOW SOMETIMES THE ONLY THING THAT CAN SAVE YOU IS A MUSIC VIDEO... HOW HAIRSTYLES CAN SEPARATE FAMILIES... HOW NEW NOMINEES FOR THE ROCK AND ROLL HALL OF FAME CAN BE …
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My friend and I met as if on cue at the convergence of the taco trucks. He attends Fridays at the Oakland Museum regularly on his way home from work and agreed to meet when I told him about the poetry reading. We made a brief lap through the modest community of neighbors here at …
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Seizure: being grabbed and tossed to the ground. In an instant, I became a bucking horse, forgiven everything except this moment. In exchange for a mouthful of blackened bacon sweating grease, here is a chaser of carpet and the hail of a table's debris. It is unusual, to say the least, to awaken face down on a carpet, …
Egon: Don’t cross the streams. Peter: Why? Egon: It would be bad. Peter: I’m fuzzy on the whole good/bad thing. What do you mean “bad”? Egon: Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light. *** During workshop week, I sat …
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Its been years since I last went to a writer's retreat. Squaw Valley came at just the right time offering me a healing I'd been long in need of. There's a unique community offered by artists gathered together all struggling to write the next thing and to keep working. That creative energy feeds me like …
The nice folks at Two Hawks Quarterly have published my story Madagascar, my first attempt this year to send out something else besides Poetry. (Not That There's Anything Wrong With Poetry). I sent it out on a lark just to gauge what would happen-- what happened next was a huge surprise to me. It was …
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Last night I itched to write something and had nothing to say. I'd fallen behind, not writing much of anything last month, set aside usually for National Poetry Writing. What I did do though, was rescue and edit work I'd paused on. Word Camera is a webpage that converts photographs into text. I had three …
