Evelyn and I are moving to Providence, Rhode Island next month. Evelyn will be going to Brown to practice writing, and I will be investigating some way of sustaining myself via horticulture.
I’ve been living in Seattle for 10 years now, which is more than a third of my life! That is hard for me to imagine, but the calendar persists in this claim.
Evelyn and I went to Denver for the 2010 AWP conference. We hosted a reading to celebrate the release of Issue 2 of Dewclaw, the literary magazine we edit and assemble.
I uploaded a small set of flickr photos from my phone of the trip and reading.
Stephanie & Ilan visited us last weekend, and now Ilan has posted an illustration of me that he drew on the last page of The Stranger:
Click the drawing to link to his blog for the full-sized image.
I’ve been working on layout of some material for Dewclaw 2. The layout of individual pieces is going well. I need to figure out some things about customizing headers and footers in LaTeX.
he meandered
pandered and outnumbered
he remembered
his dear father
tending and incumbent
A bevvy whenever
remember?
expect he shifts around in combat
whenever that was
waiting aside with contrast
thought you had him
never asking less than conquest
his fits and starts appalled them
recall that
for shame
he never made it up to that
marking on the door frame
I’m sorry for how
the dinosaurs ruled the earth
they ruled it with an iron fist
they ruled it so they don’t
exist
anymore
now all they are as birds
they are up in the air
they are up in the air
or they were
J’ai deux rhubarbe grandissant dans mon jardin. Les poireaux et d’autres tiges font soupe mieux pour le déjeuner.
Why I thought they were squid intestines I’ll never know. Actually I think that’s what it said in the menu. I guess it was just tripe, but it was fermented, so, y’know. By the time they arrived I had already drank a pitcher of sake and comforted an old man who felt like the woman behind the bar was pushy. He was in Japan once. First they taught him kindness.
We ate so many dumplings and breaded things! When I discovered the space beneath the table I was relieved, and I remembered that of course there is space there. Eel and sardine and octopus are the fish I remember eating, though there must have been others. Octopus is not really a fish. Other non-fish included scallops, chicken and burdock.
As we left they warned us that it was snowing. A woman suggested that we hold onto the outside of busses and that handles should be installed.
we are killing a fish
I wish I could say
we will gain something by it
we could eat the fish
but it is very small
this would result in
a net caloric loss
we could learn something
possibly by dissection or experiment
so far the fish has not consented
I’ve heard the fish is vegan
it would not harm us
you and I are in a race
to save a fish
from the killing
we will each perpetrate upon it
There is an icy surface that is not smooth. The ice is chunky because it was broken and then re-frozen. Water froze the pieces of ice together so that they are irregular and rough. Some parts of the ice are sharp.
A wilted begonia is. The begonia had parasitic bugs on it. A human did not want to be associated with the bugs, so the begonia was put outside. The begonia got cold and wilted outside. The parasitic bugs might be gone now.
The begonia never met a glacial crevasse it didn’t like. It never met any glacial crevasse at all. It knew floors and droughts and animals breaking its brittle nodes and parasitic bugs divesting it of vascular pressure and the moist, stinging cold that wilted its stems and leaves.
Yesterday I was sawing up branches that I had cut off of some trees near my garden.
I cut the branches off so that my garden will have enough light to grow plants for myself and other people to eat.
Some parts of the branches were not very thick, so I broke them apart with my hands and feet instead of sawing them.
I was breaking one branch with my hand by bending it to a different angle from the main branch.
When the branch broke, it hit me in the right testicle.
It hurt and it made me feel queasy.
I stood there with the branch in my hand for a while until the pain subsided.
After that I tried to remember not to break branches toward my crotch.
