coming up for air

I’m leery coming back. I went to the grocery store yesterday and felt lost. Where the hell did all those people come from?! And cars?! And crap?! Staring at 5 kinds of hummus and 8 kinds of tortilla chips and hundreds of cases of beer. On the river you have a couple choices and she’ll let you know if you pick the wrong one.
My ass doesn’t hurt, my joints active, my arms and face bronzed. And now I’m back on a hard seat all day in a monotone building, the scabs on my fingers red with healing. I’m not sure about all this. This is the real world, huh? Tell that to the coyotes, eagles, otters. They’d think we were crazy. So do I.


Before I launched I got word that 4 poems have been accepted to “Menacing Hedge” the winter edition. I’m nervous and insanely excited and scared and WELL IT’S ABOUT DAMN TIME oh god, maybe it’s not – but the edition will be live January 1, 2011 and I get to do audio and submit something from my “misty past” for their “Scary Bush” edition, so I get to dig through the worst of my worst and be proud to make fun of myself and see where I’ve come. Poets need to laugh at themselves more. It’s comforting to know we all started in a swamp.

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