remix of day 2:

instead (remix)

he barks for steak, for just
desserts, for her wet face

she wanted his lap to be
a pillow, but found a tent

a little background on this one: I have a livejournal. it's [link]. on that site, my friends and I have been writing poems to each other and responding. this started about a week before napowrimo started, but it's good fodder for the challenge.



Dear Matthew and Marty, the live
oaks are flocking my car in lime,
pollen falls down their bell
bottom trunks on to the drive
way; the clouds hang, beer
full over the belt of the horizon.
And even with the dust and sneeze,
even with the flood and hail,
I'm glad to be here, I'm glad
to be home. Wish you could
be here too, Panika

poem one:
little Samson, cut your hair
the big war's a comin'
and we need you there

poem two:
rain snaps the tent flap: that sound
of rip / a man that smells of mold unzips
his rib cage (she wants) / to breathe

in his skin, to curl into his chest: one
(wet pillow deserves a) dry bed / his
heart: unmoored / chain (it to the tent

stake, let it bark at) the storm / watch
for lightening, count for thunder:
one mississippi, two mississippi, three mississippi

today's poem:
kiss the door frame twice

your soap scum lips
will rub off like tub stain

I know that I'm a bit late doing this, but I figure that since we've "officially" passed the most depressing day of '08 (re: [link] ) that it was a good time to do so. after all, it can only get better from here.

1) I graduated from Sarah Lawrence College with an MFA in creative writing poetry. that will make this year a time to re-work the thesis for book competitions. I have one specifically in mind. anyone care to guess?

2) I got two publishing credits under my belt. for those of you who miss the poems that have been relegated to the storage center on this account:
you can see "tragedy of being" at [link]
you can see "bruised stars" and "the only substance abuse problem I have is you" at [link] (though, I need to get in touch with Guy and let him know that he f-ed up the itals.

3) I received boo-koo honors on here! thanks to all the support. I received the honor of a DD not once, but twice for "Michal speaks to God for the first time" and "born to erupt" (aka "Mt. Rainier sings lullaby to Seattle"). AND I won the Mimesis mythic poetry competition for "Michal speaks to God for the first time". both of these pieces are now in storage due to the strict rules some lit mags and web zines have for publication. thanks for all the support. I'll try to put up some new writing in the coming weeks.

4) I've moved back to Austin and continue to work hard trying to find a job in my field (any pointers?). I keep sending off to magazines. I'm working on some poetry/music, visual poetry and a/v poetry projects. I'll update you guys as things keep happening.

good luck to everyone. I hope to see some great stuff in oh-eight.

check out death-metal-poetry.com tomorrow and spindlezine.com next wednesday.

woot!

that is all.