julia has a new chap out with brandon shimoda

dara wier's "a civilian's journal of the war years" is out from the song cave. she read from it in new orleans.

i have an early copy of "the black mariah" by mcj, coming soon from doublecross press

when j was here we went to boulder and spent a little time at innisfree: the poetry bookstore. i bought bhanu kapil's new book, schizophrene, larissa szporluk's dark sky question, which is from 1998 but i'm reading now instead and it is tremendous: "part of the sky is all of the sky. / the rest is wasted", and carrie fountain's "burn lake", which i bought because i fell deeply in love with the first sentence: "when i think of everything i've wanted / i feel sick."

in other news and in a great cowboy moment, i rode on this:

my thighs have been sore for two days. we also went to the castle. it was snowing:

you should probably buy this or these animals will come to your house and stare at you

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.

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

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.

mcj's poem is today's poem on the poem a day website!

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