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Listening To Marian Anderson Sing Go Down Moses For The First Time on Vinyl

Jun 19, 2019
1 min

Listening To Marian Anderson Sing Go Down Moses For The First Time on Vinyl

Hear it yourself on Archive The vinyl noise floor of a 78 sound of an enflamed red curtain opening to an audience of ghosts filling the black air A piano primes the ether in an imagined drawing room All these years this song was launched in bass throat cannons To hear it aloft, living through her and winged Her voice symphonic and vowel elegant She acts for the ears, somehow Listen as she sweeps up onto her toes for the name Moses Her mouth a begging bowl of blood The power l

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Listening To Marian Anderson Sing Go Down Moses For The First Time on Vinyl

Jun 19, 2019
1 min

Listening To Marian Anderson Sing Go Down Moses For The First Time on Vinyl

Hear it yourself on Archive The vinyl noise floor of a 78 sound of an enflamed red curtain opening to an audience of ghosts filling the black air A piano primes the ether in an imagined drawing room All these years this song was launched in bass throat cannons To hear it aloft, living through her and winged Her voice symphonic and vowel elegant She acts for the ears, somehow Listen as she sweeps up onto her toes for the name Moses Her mouth a begging bowl of blood The power l

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My Pineapple Roommate

Oct 23, 2018
6 min

My Pineapple Roommate

The only scent a rose may come to envy is a pineapple on the vine in the east facing window of a 3rd floor apartment. Confident and exotic, the plant announces itself before being seen, owns its space, and was the first plant I ever purchased a weapon to defend myself, my skin, the corner of my eyes. I expected nothing from the supermarket pineapple crown I twisted off and dropped in a glass of water. It soon produced translucent threads, little fishing lines reaching through

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My Pineapple Roommate

Oct 23, 2018
6 min

My Pineapple Roommate

The only scent a rose may come to envy is a pineapple on the vine in the east facing window of a 3rd floor apartment. Confident and exotic, the plant announces itself before being seen, owns its space, and was the first plant I ever purchased a weapon to defend myself, my skin, the corner of my eyes. I expected nothing from the supermarket pineapple crown I twisted off and dropped in a glass of water. It soon produced translucent threads, little fishing lines reaching through

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Ain’t We Lucky — The Good Times Project (Season 7)

Apr 25, 2018
8 min

Ain’t We Lucky — The Good Times Project (Season 7)

WILL SUCCESS SPOIL JAMES EVANS? James gets caught in a surprise blizzard and is interviewed by a local weatherman, Gordon Howard, in that evening’s newscast. James asks: How’d you get a job like this? Is this all you do? Gordon tells him about school and his lifelong interest in science and writing. “Is this show business?” James asks. “Are you rich?” Gordon laughs: “Its just a job, man. Only thing is my office is on television.” James gets excited about being on TV,

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Ain’t We Lucky — The Good Times Project (Season 7)

Apr 25, 2018
8 min

Ain’t We Lucky — The Good Times Project (Season 7)

WILL SUCCESS SPOIL JAMES EVANS? James gets caught in a surprise blizzard and is interviewed by a local weatherman, Gordon Howard, in that evening’s newscast. James asks: How’d you get a job like this? Is this all you do? Gordon tells him about school and his lifelong interest in science and writing. “Is this show business?” James asks. “Are you rich?” Gordon laughs: “Its just a job, man. Only thing is my office is on television.” James gets excited about being on TV,

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Creative Non-Fiction at Two Hawks Quarterly

Jun 8, 2017
1 min

Creative Non-Fiction at Two Hawks Quarterly

The nice folks at Two Hawks Quarterly have published my story Madagascar, my first attempt this year to send out something else besides Poetry. (Not That There’s Anything Wrong With Poetry). I sent it out on a lark just to gauge what would happen– what happened next was a huge surprise to me. It was encouraging at least. I’m digging like a badger through old journals for more salvageable stories. Hope you enjoy. #memories #memory #writing

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Creative Non-Fiction at Two Hawks Quarterly

Jun 8, 2017
1 min

Creative Non-Fiction at Two Hawks Quarterly

The nice folks at Two Hawks Quarterly have published my story Madagascar, my first attempt this year to send out something else besides Poetry. (Not That There’s Anything Wrong With Poetry). I sent it out on a lark just to gauge what would happen– what happened next was a huge surprise to me. It was encouraging at least. I’m digging like a badger through old journals for more salvageable stories. Hope you enjoy. #memories #memory #writing

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The Motor of Voice

May 3, 2017
4 min

The Motor of Voice

Last night I itched to write something and had nothing to say. I’d fallen behind, not writing much of anything last month, set aside usually for National Poetry Writing. What I did do though, was rescue and edit work I’d paused on. Word Camera is a webpage that converts photographs into text. I had three word camera documents on my computer based on three found photographs. Last night I opened them and began re-editing, re-assembling the text in collage form. Like Willi

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The Motor of Voice

May 3, 2017
4 min

The Motor of Voice

Last night I itched to write something and had nothing to say. I’d fallen behind, not writing much of anything last month, set aside usually for National Poetry Writing. What I did do though, was rescue and edit work I’d paused on. Word Camera is a webpage that converts photographs into text. I had three word camera documents on my computer based on three found photographs. Last night I opened them and began re-editing, re-assembling the text in collage form. Like Willi

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The Notebook

May 2, 2017
4 min

The Notebook

On the train coming into Sacramento, I spent the time shuffling back and forth through my notebooks, trying to come up with something of value, something deep to say, to a room full of 200 strangers about writing. And not just writing, but the hardest of all: Humor Writing. I’ve been fortunate with much gratitude beyond all measure. Over the years, I’ve sat with, worked with, learned from, listened to some amazingly deep and well educated people. Almost all of them teachers

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The Notebook

May 2, 2017
4 min

The Notebook

On the train coming into Sacramento, I spent the time shuffling back and forth through my notebooks, trying to come up with something of value, something deep to say, to a room full of 200 strangers about writing. And not just writing, but the hardest of all: Humor Writing. I’ve been fortunate with much gratitude beyond all measure. Over the years, I’ve sat with, worked with, learned from, listened to some amazingly deep and well educated people. Almost all of them teachers

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Museum Piece

Jan 24, 2017
3 min

Museum Piece

Another local poet, who turns out to be my cousin in my adoptive family, mentioned in social media something about his grandfather and great-grandfather. I knew both of those men, and because of my cousins age, I wasn’t wholly sure he did. I was at his grandfather’s bedside the afternoon he died, I remember his great grandfather capping on me for being a chubby kid crawling under the dining room table, wondering if I’d get stuck. Body shaming children. Yeah, that was the g

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Museum Piece

Jan 24, 2017
3 min

Museum Piece

Another local poet, who turns out to be my cousin in my adoptive family, mentioned in social media something about his grandfather and great-grandfather. I knew both of those men, and because of my cousins age, I wasn’t wholly sure he did. I was at his grandfather’s bedside the afternoon he died, I remember his great grandfather capping on me for being a chubby kid crawling under the dining room table, wondering if I’d get stuck. Body shaming children. Yeah, that was the g

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A Stranger’s Dream (A Halloween Story)

Nov 1, 2016
6 min

A Stranger’s Dream (A Halloween Story)

HE awoke screaming again. His head steaming and raw. He coughed to near seizure while some slow moving slime thawed, dripping the length of his throat like mis-swallowed gum. His breath was reticent to move and once it did unobstructed he angrily pounded the bedding with his fist until flurries of sweat rose in swarms akin to fruit flies. The blackened room glowed red within his eyes. Nothing had changed. A long, heavy chain of days had been spent here in this house that

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A Stranger’s Dream (A Halloween Story)

Nov 1, 2016
6 min

A Stranger’s Dream (A Halloween Story)

HE awoke screaming again. His head steaming and raw. He coughed to near seizure while some slow moving slime thawed, dripping the length of his throat like mis-swallowed gum. His breath was reticent to move and once it did unobstructed he angrily pounded the bedding with his fist until flurries of sweat rose in swarms akin to fruit flies. The blackened room glowed red within his eyes. Nothing had changed. A long, heavy chain of days had been spent here in this house that

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BBQ Ribs For the Dead (on Writing, Loneliness and Repurposing Poems)

Oct 11, 2016
5 min

BBQ Ribs For the Dead (on Writing, Loneliness and Repurposing Poems)

I came back from my personal 3 day weekend and a secretary passed my desk, stopped and told me how over the weekend Linda had died suddenly. I’d worked with her about seven years and was surprised nearly to tears to hear that news. The story I’d gotten was how she was on the street (in the neighborhood of the office? during lunch?) talking on the phone and passed out. She spent the next day on life support and the day after she was gone. I immediately thought a couple of

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BBQ Ribs For the Dead (on Writing, Loneliness and Repurposing Poems)

Oct 11, 2016
5 min

BBQ Ribs For the Dead (on Writing, Loneliness and Repurposing Poems)

I came back from my personal 3 day weekend and a secretary passed my desk, stopped and told me how over the weekend Linda had died suddenly. I’d worked with her about seven years and was surprised nearly to tears to hear that news. The story I’d gotten was how she was on the street (in the neighborhood of the office? during lunch?) talking on the phone and passed out. She spent the next day on life support and the day after she was gone. I immediately thought a couple of

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Grace Jones Live

Sep 28, 2015
3 min

Grace Jones Live

That I was without any weed over the weekend made me very productive. I got out of the house first thing Sunday and went down to the café to write. More of a clearing my head: six unlined pages, shaking thoughts from my mind like a wet dog shaking water off itself. A while ago I wrote notes for a poem inspired by laying on the beach at Pyramid Lake and being awakened by shooting stars and the choir like waves of the water. A couple of the best lines in those notes were use

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Grace Jones Live

Sep 28, 2015
3 min

Grace Jones Live

That I was without any weed over the weekend made me very productive. I got out of the house first thing Sunday and went down to the café to write. More of a clearing my head: six unlined pages, shaking thoughts from my mind like a wet dog shaking water off itself. A while ago I wrote notes for a poem inspired by laying on the beach at Pyramid Lake and being awakened by shooting stars and the choir like waves of the water. A couple of the best lines in those notes were use

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