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2004 - 2009
. . . what a poetry magazine has to do with "a kissy-face love fest going on between local developers and the Raleigh Planning Commissioners" but we appreciate the link!
Announcement at Lolita & Gilda's Burlesque Poetry Hour.
Much to my delight, there was an audience. Thank you audience!
THE ZOMBIE HUNTERS: On the trail of cyberextortionists by EVAN RATLIFF
Phatback and I discussed his plans for his children's book OTB is A-OK. It's about a daddy who is upset that while he's slaving away for corporate America -- Mommy and their little boy spend afternoons betting on the ponies.
This afternoon I gave Gideon a bath and said "Now you smell very nice, too bad I'm the only one around to appreciate it."
I'll be reading with Max Winter and Rob Ostrom on Saturday, October 29 at 2 p.m. at the Frequency Series (Four-Faced Liar in Greenwich Village).
Charles Jensen -- "Nina (2)"
Bramble (a book of lunes), is now available from Hot Whiskey Press. Ordering information can be found here.
Lolita and Gilda's Burlesque Poetry Hour 2006 Winter/Spring tentative schedule is shaping up very nicely. It looks like we have Kim Addonizio for the premiere on January 30. We haven't settled yet on our male reader. Each reading will have one boy and one girl. A little something for everybody once the "take it off" component commences.
On Saturday I joined Lucinda Ebersole from Gargoyle and David Housley from Barrelhouse to discuss literary magazines at the F. Scott Fitzgerald Literary Conference. See, I didn't get an official program until I showed up so I had no idea that the panel/workshop was supposed to last for two and a half hours. There was a lot of "so what do you want to talk about now?" We discussed both starting a literary journal and how to get published in one. It was casual and I always enjoy talking about myself so I had fun. Also, the college kids who were somehow cajoled into attending had computers with Internet access right in from of them, so they could check e-mail surf the web as soon as they got bored. It was a win/win for all.
I'll be judging one of poetry contests for the Poetry Society of Virginia. I won't say which of the contests I'll be doing, so enter all 28 if you want that "edge". Actually the judging is blind, so unless you drop your name in the poem (which is probably against the rules too), I'll have no idea who sent what. Don't worry if you're my friend and think I might recognize your work. The truth is, I've never read your work. The only poems I read are my own.
Kristi Maxwell has a zipper with broken teeth this week at No Tell Motel.
The new Coconut just went live today. I have four poems in this issue.
Chris has been trapped at the Reston Town Center all morning. He met a friend for breakfast and someone robbed (tried to rob?) the bank across the street. Chris is OK. He's excited about seeing so many machine guns close up.
In a comment below Simmons asks: "Thanks for passing that on Reb. I followed up to Laurel's post with a set of questions: I wonder if the perspective is the same for "older" students---say mid-30s on---who decide to pursue an MFA. Is it the same ladder? Do they find the same mentoring "opportunities?" Is it a similar but parallel world, or do they fit into the same game?"
Despite my distaste for the term "zine" (I prefer "magazine" or "journal" -- "zine" seems excessively casual or slight), I will be participating on the "Zines" panel/workshop at the Tenth Annual F. Scott Fitzgerald Literary Conference this Saturday at Montgomery College in Rockville, MD. Should be fun.
for T-Rob, Rebecca, Jeffery and anyone who blogs about food
Favorite new sweatpants have a hole in the seam of ass. PIlates trainer will definitely see orange/pink underwear. No time to sew. Ugh.
"I haven't visited the blog as much because it's really gotten to be trade talk more than the old hysterical "fuck bomb" you used to be."
What about a smirking poet with an iBook under her arm and a full day of writing discrete or sexy or funny poems ahead of her?
We're in Pittsburgh this weekend. Haven't been here since July when I fell down a hill holding Gideon.
About AWP -- yes, the Christmas-rolled-in-bacon-and-sex AWP in Austin that is still five months away.
I have three poems at Kulture Vulture.
The new Tom Beckett issue is up.
My friend said this site reminded him of me.
Thank you to the person who sent me a check with "Hot Times" written in the "For" line. It really brightened the drive-thru teller's morning. Leers and smirks brighten my morning too! Reminds me of the time a college boyfriend's rent check bounced. The bank mailed the check to my permanent address (i.e. my father's house). While there are some similarities in these situations, there are two main differences. One, today's check is unlikely to bounce and two, a bounced check for "Hot Sex" failed to brighten my father's morning or my afternoon when I had to hear all about it.
Maureen demonstrates her support
I love my new glasses, but am concerned they may be too delicate and easily break. They have a one year guarantee. I have one year to teach Gideon not to grab them.
Chris is in Maryland doing a 100 mile bike ride today. It's been pouring rain for the past 24 hours. I'm worried he's going to wreck and hurt himself. He's very good at wrecking and hurting himself. I need him not to wreck and hurt himself.
Don't spend anymore time on iTunes downloading music and burning CDs for Gideon.
I fear without Massey, the NS groupie quota will plunge.
A Not To Do List
"Songs of Myself Panel" - Moderator: Cheryl Pallant, Participants: Jon Pineda, Ron Smith, K. Lorraine Graham and me
David Laskowski is getting to that soon enough this week at No Tell Motel.
Thanks to Didi for pointing me towards this interview of Richard Peabody (editor of Gargoyle) with Laurel Snyder.
Richmond is nothing like it seemed all the times I drove past it on 95. It's both beautiful and charming.