happy halloween! here is what some people were:
i just ate beets and kale and ginger chews. it's a very nice day in colorado--a very nice halloween day.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
there is so much i have to tell you about new orleans but where we live only has one service bar so i can't show you any photographs because it takes too long to load. i will do that later.
thing 1: i never want to leave
thing 2: last night i met an inventor and a survivor
thing 2.5: one makes time machines and is a collector of cosmic debris
thing 4: one was sucked through a wall and hugged a water heater to save his daughter from a tornado
thing 5: in two hours i get to find out about my past lives from a crystal ball
thing 6: jen and i are going to be on a fishing show tomorrow, fishing for sacaliat
thing 1: i never want to leave
thing 2: last night i met an inventor and a survivor
thing 2.5: one makes time machines and is a collector of cosmic debris
thing 4: one was sucked through a wall and hugged a water heater to save his daughter from a tornado
thing 5: in two hours i get to find out about my past lives from a crystal ball
thing 6: jen and i are going to be on a fishing show tomorrow, fishing for sacaliat
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
autumn colorado (snow trees)
there is a new journal! it's called catch up. it is very beautiful. they have this bonus round where you can see a silent movie staring bo mcguire
and joni wallace reads a poem of mine and makes it sound better because she's so good at reading it. and in the movie for it, there is a man that wind blows through and the sky.
there is a new journal! it's called catch up. it is very beautiful. they have this bonus round where you can see a silent movie staring bo mcguire
and joni wallace reads a poem of mine and makes it sound better because she's so good at reading it. and in the movie for it, there is a man that wind blows through and the sky.
Friday, October 14, 2011
mcj's poem is today's poem on the poem a day website!
here is how it beautifully starts:
here is how it beautifully starts:
After tagging the dust your body is made of
sheets flash ceremoniously on the line, in
the rain, I am a bone and I take a bone's
pleasure around the ball joint, shading
inside the names. When I pass your body in
here is what she looks like full of snow.here is what snow looks like without jen
