Last night I attended an open mic at Monkey Wrench Books hosted by Queer Sol, an arts collective based here in Austin. I read three poems: “Girl dies in Arizona,” “An afternoon at the museum,” and “Monologue of a mystery writer.” I haven’t read in years — I think the last time was in New [...]
I’ve been back a full week now. The bags are unpacked, laundry’s done. I even went to the grocery store. That was a bit of a mistake — in my excitement to eat home-cooked meals again I indulged my every whim at Whole Foods and therefore obscenely overspent on everything from butter to salad to [...]
A fragment of Tennyson’s poem “Ulysses” has been circling in my head, the same three lines, over and over:
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
I have a headache and can’t sleep. Tomorrow Austin, my own four walls and my own pillow. The daily [...]
…deal with crappy, seedy, potentially toxic motels.
(1) Dress for minimum nakedness at the end of the day. As in: tights or longjohns under jeans, undershirt under your shirt (so aptly named!), etc.
(2) Don’t unpack. Simply reapply same clothes in the morning. Thus the above. If you’re really concerned about it, you can microwave your underwear. [...]
There are times when your mind goes in wonderful directions; other times, less so.
I awoke in the wee hours of morning gripped by an awful sense of dread and the image of a dead deer flickering through my head like an old film reel. The deer I had actually seen earlier in the day on [...]
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