Yesterday I had lunch with my brother and our mutual friend, Amy. Amy and I have developed a post-lunch tradition:… Read more Came for the Shoes, Left with the Wood(wind)
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Everything Is Tuberculosis (And Other Things I Fear, Too, But Call Me, John)
A totally nonscientific, fear-based trip through tuberculosis, as taken by one anxious, poem-hoarding Word Raccoon. NOT LISTENING TO:This playlist John… Read more Everything Is Tuberculosis (And Other Things I Fear, Too, But Call Me, John)
CLEAR BAG POLICY IN EFFECT
Here. Try this. It’ll hurt a little, but god, it’ll taste like something you almost remember. Busking from the Busted… Read more CLEAR BAG POLICY IN EFFECT
My Cathedral’s Ready—Want to See the Stained Glass?
So yeah, I had a blog post all ready yesterday (okay, mostly ready). Fine. I was working on it. And… Read more My Cathedral’s Ready—Want to See the Stained Glass?
It doesn’t have to be pretty, Precious, if it sings
I know it’s April, not October, Herbert, but if I want to give jagged lipstick vibes on my own damn… Read more It doesn’t have to be pretty, Precious, if it sings
Fight me in the Waffle House Parking Lot At Dawn
Fight me in the Waffle House Parking LotAt Dawn Take out your onion ringsAnd hand them to your bestie Exceptno… Read more Fight me in the Waffle House Parking Lot At Dawn
Control: The Language
I’ve had Billy Joel’s “A Matter of Trust” on repeat this morning—not quietly, I might add. The music kept the… Read more Control: The Language
Busted Poetry Vending Machine: First Drop, No Refunds
Outdoor writing season has officially begun!To celebrate, I wore a fun hat.When did I stop wearing hats regularly? I don’t… Read more Busted Poetry Vending Machine: First Drop, No Refunds
In The Shadow of Rainbows: A Collection of Songs of Presence by Selma Martin
Dear Readers, Today I am so honored to share an interview with a great friend of this blog and a… Read more In The Shadow of Rainbows: A Collection of Songs of Presence by Selma Martin
Next Door to the Dead, A Poetry Collection by Kathleen Driskell
                        Perhaps not many of us would choose to live next door to a graveyard. Fewer of us would spend… Read more Next Door to the Dead, A Poetry Collection by Kathleen Driskell
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