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True story

Reason #478 to grow a beard. 

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WHIRLWIND COMPANY SPRING TOUR

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:

  • Wednesday, April 11th – Last Word Books, Olympia, WA
  • Thursday, April 12th – Meander’s Speakeasy, Seattle, WA
  • Friday, April 13th – Young Spokanites Arts Extravaganza (Address), Spokane, WA
  • Monday, April 16th – Lewis & Clark College, PDX
Oh, and then we’re off to the East Coast as well:
  • Monday, April 30th – Boston University, Boston, MA
So, if you want Mindy Nettifee, Jon Sands, Mike McGee and Brian Ellis to blow out your kneecaps with poetry power, you better see at least one of our shows in your life. If you want us to come your way, tell us where your way is and a good spot for us to make poetry happen.

Whirlwind Company Website Place For Clicking

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Foo Fighters – Everlong (ISOLATED DRUMS AND VOCAL MIX)

This is one of the coolest things I’ve ever heard. 

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POEM | My Immortal Beloved

She is always in pain
I am learning to
never be one for her
Were only my kiss
heroic/n

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Don’t mind if I do! (Photo taken by me in Oakland, California; June 2011)

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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

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Can’t remember where I found this, but I dig the sentiment.

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Portland, Oregon—January 2012.

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WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

I have a very foggy, clouded recollection of being born. It was all too bright, scary, cold and confusing. I have attributed those feelings to the act of being born, but I cannot be sure. My first clear memory is of me at six months old, being held by my grandmother’s neighbor. She kept “goo-goo-gaga-ing” me and I kept feeling concerned for her lack of intelligence. I remember feeling too close to her face and untrusting of her.