Tuesday, April 26, 2011

do you feel like reading this poem?
here are some of the things i love:

5am. running.
dani's tofu pumpkin pie, which c and i are basically killing ourselves over:
this yogurt:
bmp's coin library, which includes chaps by lily brown, ben kopel and joshua marie wilkinson, beautifully assembled by e.b. goodale.
this bug, but only a little:
and georgia:

Monday, April 25, 2011

                                                                       sai baba

Thursday, April 21, 2011

jen and i are picking back up our cowboy ways and reading:

Saturday, April 30, 6 pm: The Publicly Complex Reading Series @ Ada Books, Providence, RI (Jennifer Denrow, Shanxing Wang, and Jen Tynes)

Monday, May 2, 8 pm: Small Animal Project Reading Series @ Outpost 186, Cambridge, MA

and then later, california!:

May 23rd: Bird and Beckett, San Francisco, CA, 7pm (with Jesse Morse & Richard Froude)

May 27th: Slack Lust (email rdfroudeATgmailDOTcom for directions), Los Angeles, CA (with Jesse Morse & Richard Froude)

do you have richard's book yet?

what about jen's?

Monday, April 18, 2011

restaurants and poems:

there are four restaurants in portland i've fallen madly in love with:

1. (this is my favorite restaurant) screen door: their vegetables include: lacinato kale & roasted red pepper casserole w/ leeks, parmesan & herbed ricotta cheeses, topped w/ walla walla onion cream sauce and butternut squash bread pudding w/ caramelized onion & fontina cheese topped w/ leek cream.

2. delta: best collard greens i've ever had.

3. pine state biscuits: second best collard greens

4. the farm: i had the roasted beet salad with beet wedges and toasted pecans tossed with baby greens, walnut oil vinaigrette and garnished with goat cheese and chives.

poems:

emily kendal frey: the grief performance: i am not / as beautiful as that / terrarium

andrea rexilius: to be human is to be a conversation: here will i spell me out / the world / shucked from my own skin

james gendron: money poems: to clean the dirty water: more water. / our low, rough voices drift / over the shacks of millionaires.

pam rehm: small works:

forget me not


i walk from morning
into my ghost

a silent pulling
road to you

is it memory or
wonder

we are reduced to
following

beyond promise

of recognition

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Monday, April 11, 2011