Tuesday, April 13, 2010

teaching

i just started teaching poetry to 5th graders.

one of the kids raised his hand and asked me if he could eat his pencil.

i said yes.

it made me want to write a poem. but i was teaching so i couldn't.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Saturday, February 27, 2010

awp

are any of you guys going to awp?

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Friday, January 29, 2010

Here are some questions to answer please answer if you have things to say

What is the internet doing, if anything, to the average reader?

Why does orange juice taste so good?

What of the tendency to want to publish something in its first draft?

What are some of the things you like to do immediately after taking a shower?

When reading poetry, or I guess anything, how does it make you feel when you come across an ancient Greek or Roman reference or something really old like that?

Am I glad to own a cell phone?

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Here is a fun way to die

Being sucked up and kept inside a tornado
the body never found, news
reports without presumption
the tornado receding back into the clouds

Friday, January 15, 2010

Here is a post about Chicago but it is mostly about me not being involved with a group of writers except you guys who are far away

Gonna try and start getting involved with things in Chicago. I saw Peter Cavanaugh last week and he rattled off to me a bunch of readings that happen regularly so I said "ass kickin" and he said "I know."

Another person I know Sarah said she knows a dude who does open mic things or something so I might go and find out about that.

Anyone reading this and from Chicago?

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Hey. *Wink.* Hey.

I am. Thank you.
I am. Schnaps: slippery when wet.
I am. Road. You are dead.
I am. Dead.
You are dead.
Thanks for hanging out with me.

a funny thing i just thought of

three fat neckbeards at a football game, sitting, shirtless, with MEH painted on their chests

Friday, January 1, 2010

Portrait of the New Year, Muncie, The New Year, 2010

I existed twenty-four times tonight, maybe more.
There was an excuse on everyone's lips.
I became old immediately.
I died to the sound of dancing humans.