the only coconut hemp necklace in the heart

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THANKS TO ALL SEEN IN ASHLAND FOR BEING TRUE AS NEPTUNE AND FLAMMABLE AS ASTEROIDS. I'M SORRY I DID NOT GET TO SEE THOSE I DID NOT GET TO SEE. LOVE TO ALL; LOVE IS LIKE THE FLASHLIGHT; LOVE IS THE DILATION OF LOVE, OF A CIRCLE THAT WIDE_S AND WIDE_S TO THE EDGES YOU CAN'T TELL QUITE OF. GOOD WORK LIGHT OF LOVE.

THANK YOU THANK YOU

apples, honey, toast, peanut butter

My essay "It Ain't Me Babe" was voted Top Nerve Essay of 2008. Thank you to all out there in blogland who voted. Don't listen to your enemies: you're in my salvation army, and that's a yes.

major development in translation: daniel bailey and mike young

Big news tonight. Hickory Assbags, top poet from Space Kentucky, has officially chosen Daniel Bailey and I to be his English translators. He likes candy and the poem. We're pretty sure he's the next Tomaž Šalamun, which makes us, like, the next, wait, who played Superman in the 80s --

me, i like one on one dances

LARRY CONKLIN WINZ

squash lasagna

I am officially in Ashland for a week. Here's what I want to do: see my friends, eat pilgrimage at a predrawn list of incomparable restaurants (already down: Morning Glory), wander around the red and spread out light of a Western mountain town for a while, get a Lot of Writing done in Bryan's and Willie's house while they are at their own work, go to The Beanery, which is not at all a good restaurant but for which I have sentimental whirrings, generally indulge in the nostalgia I never allow myself because it's annoying to reward your own memory for simply existing, see Synechdoche, NY a third time (check), maybe visit the chocolate factory, play Bryan's guitars, feel okay about the rain because the rain here is comfortable, not made of steak knives, which it's made of in Massachusetts. There. It's always good to end on a fact.

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ME AND THE PATRON SAINT OF UPLOADING YOUR LITERARY MAGAZINE AT ~3AM PRESENT:

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is this a sitcom or a sycamore?

Kendra Grant Malone tagged me to say seven things about myself. I like her list because they are all facts. Normally I hate talking about myself.

"'I hate talking about myself,' he said, reading it out loud."

So here are seven things about me that are all quotes from shit I have already written. Yes, Depression-era conservation values.

1) "Why is Kenneth Koch still dead? He's the only one I miss."
2) "I've never been that good at taking naps."
3) "Do you dream in verses? No, I dream in consumer reports."
4) "I want my lovers back inside my closet like my favorite coats."
5) "I want to sing like a taxi cab."
6) "I've considered buying Tazers as a gift for all my friends."
7) "When I turn my face under the cold faucet, I am trying to divorce my head."

Tags to seven blog people:

Bryan Coffelt
Alex Burford
Jack Christian
James Yeh
Heather Christle
Evelyn Hampton
Rachel B Glaser

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My short short "Crock" is up on Pequin. There's a whole bloc of listeners both internal demons and postal workers who are, like, "It's about time he wrote a story called crock."

Thanks Steven & Pequin team.

Tomorrow I'm off to the West Coast. Seeya there.