dinner with an old friend |
I began our meeting by arriving precisely one hour and two minutes late. This was not entirely unexpected, given the circumstances and my personal history with respect to punctuality, but is neverthe...
Posted by no love if yer ded. thems the rules. on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 02:59:00 PST |
a tree falls and strangers fall--in love? |
I just arrived back from Germany. One of the first things I did upon re-entering the USA was to check my cell phone for messages for the first time in two weeks. Among the first messages I...
Posted by no love if yer ded. thems the rules. on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 07:47:00 PST |
the parts of a bed |
Of all the parts of a bed, the mattress is most important. If you have a bed frame, headboard, footboard, dust ruffle, sheets, pillows, you're still going to get a cramp from the metal or wooden...
Posted by no love if yer ded. thems the rules. on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 11:12:00 PST |
my death |
I died in a freak stethoscope accident.
Posted by no love if yer ded. thems the rules. on Tue, 15 May 2007 11:30:00 PST |
artistic statement |
I have to write one to submit a manuscript to Les Figues. Rightly so. Here it is. For you to tell me what's wrong with it. &nb...
Posted by no love if yer ded. thems the rules. on Wed, 09 May 2007 02:37:00 PST |
blank subject line |
This is the blog that ends abruptly.
Posted by no love if yer ded. thems the rules. on Wed, 09 May 2007 02:30:00 PST |
poem |
The kingdom of God will be taken away from you and given to a people who will produce its fruit. Matthew 21:43If I weep it is becauseI am unable to forget Godtouched the earth blackas soot. When th...
Posted by no love if yer ded. thems the rules. on Sun, 06 May 2007 03:17:00 PST |
origami |
Origami is when you fold up a piece of paper. Into a small cup, into a plant starter, a dog's head, a penguin. A seahorse, a caterpillar, a super swirl bird. A piece of paper can bec...
Posted by no love if yer ded. thems the rules. on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 10:46:00 PST |
fairy tale |
Once upon a time there was a beautiful in a faraway. Her hair was. Her eyes were. The tender roll of her voice broke his. The visiting prince began to weep for. Her voice reminded him of. He loved. He...
Posted by no love if yer ded. thems the rules. on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 02:27:00 PST |
one poem by gt, one by cbc (that's me) |
The Big Mac by Garrett TreerThe man knocked on mywindow, said, I'll have aBig Mac, and I said, Heyyou're Robert Creeley!I'm done, Robert Creeleyand him with his wily eyescreeching so deeply buriedwha...
Posted by no love if yer ded. thems the rules. on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 12:38:00 PST |
