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About Me

About me. I like words and music and images. I live in a small town. I work at a university. I am interested in connecting with interesting people or, failing that, uninteresting people who are interested in things and stuff that I find interesting. My blog above has various writings and photos and things in various states of doneness and is fairly regularly updated. My use of the words "things" and "stuff" and the brevity of my sentences is I suppose intended to indicate that I am laid back person who, although arguably not a nincompoop, is also not a proponent of snobbery.

My Blog

X Marks the Spot (poem)

X MARKS THE SPOTYou speak in black and whiteand gray.Through the unencrypted signals,I hear love in your hate,healing in your pain.In a cold month cut down--you couldn't hate your roots, so they must ...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 14:51:00 GMT

A Short Declaration of Inadequacy

A SHORT DECLARATION OF INADEQUACYFuck a ship sans sail--I'm a sail sans wind:Get stuck in a whirlpoolAnd just spin, spin, spin.
Posted by on Wed, 24 Sep 2008 02:40:00 GMT

Do the crumble (poem)

DO THE CRUMBLESip my liquid sleep you beetleful brains, you useful tools. Sarah's wet diaper sayswe all need change, come the next president,come the endless dents to our perspicacity.Passing the fla...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Sep 2008 05:01:00 GMT

The Smell of New Things (poem)

THE SMELL OF NEW THINGSNew things, new things, shiny, shiny new things!I want new things all the time!I want to unwrap reverse time capsulesTheir crisp bright paper, pearly bowsI want the seasons, but...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 02:51:00 GMT

Scavengers

SCAVENGERSThese picked through piles of flaking chairs and tables, this leashed beast, this endless hunger for the find, these kiln-born knickknacks an army of glazed eyes, ancestral tools burnished b...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 12:55:00 GMT

Apples in blackness (prose poem)

APPLES IN BLACKNESSThe katydid call and response, the Virginia creeper climbing an old pin oak imperceptibly, shadowed bric-a-brac attached to a burly trunk. The branches bending over our house like a...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Aug 2008 15:18:00 GMT

Welcoming A Storm (prose poem)

Welcoming A StormIn a waking state I am certain that I felt it. The electric compressions came in great soft waves, slunk into the outskirts expanding and  contracting and wrapping overunder like...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 01:32:00 GMT

Change Jars (prose poem)

  Change Jars In lieu of fondue, I am heading west into the seven o' clock sun. I am weaving through the pines like a bent needle, I am dipping below the surface of a lake lined with imported san...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 18:26:00 GMT

Video of rock and roll

So I'm the guy who doesn't rock on guitar (the one on the far right) (the one breaking a string and having to remove my capo to get it the hell out of the way). I also played trombone at this show...I...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 02:33:00 GMT

Working Through It (blurt)

WORKING THROUGH ITEveryone wants to be my friendand no one will be my friendI bend like wooden bridgeseverything else is rigidI live squidlikeInkyArms waving in the wildIn the mildness Hi how are youa...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 05:47:00 GMT