The following week, on June 12th, I'll be hosting a reading of juvenilia at Pete's Candy Store. On the bill for this reading are Nicole Steinberg, Rohin Guha, Lucy Ives, Amy Lawless, Jared White and Eve Bates. The Facebook invite for this event is here. Look out! Things are happening!
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Upcoming & more
The next month or so will be quite crazy around here. First the folks over at Death Panel Press are hosting their exclusive star-studded gala launch of Issue #2 over at our place (A Brooklyn Co-Op Facility, for those of you who are unfamiliar). Details of this evening are found in the below poster, or you can browse over to Death Panel's blog. You should probably also be aware of Poetry Comics, which is totally brilliant.
The following week, on June 12th, I'll be hosting a reading of juvenilia at Pete's Candy Store. On the bill for this reading are Nicole Steinberg, Rohin Guha, Lucy Ives, Amy Lawless, Jared White and Eve Bates. The Facebook invite for this event is here. Look out! Things are happening!
The following week, on June 12th, I'll be hosting a reading of juvenilia at Pete's Candy Store. On the bill for this reading are Nicole Steinberg, Rohin Guha, Lucy Ives, Amy Lawless, Jared White and Eve Bates. The Facebook invite for this event is here. Look out! Things are happening!
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Reader, this is what happens
Saturday, May 1, 2010
day thirty of 30x30: FINAL COUNTDOWN
This has been a fun month. Thank you to the people who read, and the people who commented, and the other 30x30 participants that I enjoyed reading in April: Jane and Mike and all the other totally brave people posting daily drafts that are a lot tighter and more finished than the things I've been sharing here. Here's the final one, for now.
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Sonnet of Myself
My eyes are starting.
They are filled with stabbers.
Around them looks crop circular,
pansy-black like a funeral party.
A graceless note that forgets to acknowledge
a gift am I, full of it and nothing else.
This time of year I begin to hate
everything, rank it in hate order,
make it teenage personal. But still drive
myself down that singe-hot sidewalk
to find out what you’re doing, oh, you,
delicate temporary fine-ass world.
Could begin every day like this,
sick puppy. Forgetting any dream.
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Sonnet of Myself
My eyes are starting.
They are filled with stabbers.
Around them looks crop circular,
pansy-black like a funeral party.
A graceless note that forgets to acknowledge
a gift am I, full of it and nothing else.
This time of year I begin to hate
everything, rank it in hate order,
make it teenage personal. But still drive
myself down that singe-hot sidewalk
to find out what you’re doing, oh, you,
delicate temporary fine-ass world.
Could begin every day like this,
sick puppy. Forgetting any dream.
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