Reason #478 to grow a beard.
Oh, hey there, Pacific Northwest! We’re touring all over you for National Poetry Month.
We’re gonna be little poetry spewing ants, crawling all over Oregon and Washington.
Do help us spread le word about these here shows:
She is always in pain
I am learning to
never be one for her
Were only my kiss
Don’t mind if I do! (Photo taken by me in Oakland, California; June 2011)
Ian Khadan, my good man, fellow poet and New Yorker “eggstraordinaire” made one of the best omelets of my life just now. That’s provolone oozing out of it. Oozy… Too oozy… Toozy. He won over a part of my heart tonight. Visit Ian’s site: http://www.iankhadan.com
Can’t remember where I found this, but I dig the sentiment.
Portland, Oregon—January 2012.
I have heard of it and am very interested in it. I know some people involved with the one in NY, so we’ll see. In my life, I tell way more stories than I do slam poems.
I’m an obsessive screenshot taker. I have folders upon folders of screenshots. Is that weird? I only do it for good movies, of course.