Errant and Trailing

Where in the world is our apocalypse?

Wed, 28 Nov 2012 21:41:14 -0500

Illustration by Joey Taravella and Courtney Money / Spinnaker The People’s Apocalypse As 2012 —...

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Sat, 06 Oct 2012 02:10:50 -0400

He carried a couple too-small red snapper with cut-bellies and soppy guts on a plastic bag and an...

Post Sail

Mon, 20 Aug 2012 23:41:13 -0400

Post Sail

The Ascent

Sat, 18 Aug 2012 03:53:51 -0400

The Ascent

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Mon, 21 May 2012 22:47:20 -0400

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Sun, 20 May 2012 22:37:49 -0400

excerpt sandwich (photo sets=bread)

Sun, 20 May 2012 21:25:00 -0400

Each of her strides led a foot down flat scooping backwards into the dirt. The nubs of her...

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Sun, 20 May 2012 13:29:44 -0400

Fridge Poem

Wed, 02 May 2012 20:00:37 -0400

Fridge Poem

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Thu, 26 Apr 2012 16:03:46 -0400

Patricia's Window

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Wed, 25 Apr 2012 16:02:06 -0400

Turtle

Turtles

The Douglas Anderson Writer's Festival 2012

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 15:32:00 -0400

I drank coffee beforehand. I drove my truck. The parking lot was empty. Campus was empty. I...

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Wed, 25 Apr 2012 15:00:00 -0400

Ever Get The Feeling You've Passed Your Peak? A Letter To My Grandmother.

Mon, 23 Apr 2012 00:49:28 -0400

Dear Go-Pro Enthused, Florida Surfer,

Mon, 16 Apr 2012 20:32:00 -0400

I presume you watch/have watched surf videos, and appreciate the talent of its stars, maybe even the...

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Mon, 16 Apr 2012 20:30:11 -0400

Application of Library Employment

Fri, 13 Apr 2012 02:18:19 -0400

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So, passed the time, now too late, way too late to do...

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 04:21:00 -0400

So, passed the time,

now too late,

way too late to do anything

to any effect,

though I’d love to affect you,

your eyes,

Blue?

Brown?

I want them to shudder and close and open.

That’s me you’re drinking in.

jesus

baby I like you more

than anything this year.

but your eyes are Black.

I saw that at first

and am sorry I had forgotten.

I’d have looked away,

had I known

a suggestion over the ditch

would keep them closed.

One, one night, and two another.

You could take my arms off

and use them to your ends.

Nails and fingers and ‘bows and brawn,

yours for you they’ll do whatever

if you’d just blink

in a way that tells me you’ve taken them,

that you’ll like to wrap them around you,

at least right now, at first, that’s fine.

You have me out the window,

across the lake and grass and trees and glass and ‘crete, and canadian geese.

I’ll take their tips,

point north and go.

But keep me.

Keep me for a time.

Sharpening

Thu, 22 Mar 2012 19:31:03 -0400

….youth in an ambivalently lovely and dieing world, under the wing of elders who are sad and...

"Reality is a very subjective affair. I can only define it as a kind of gradual accumulation of..."

Thu, 15 Mar 2012 14:27:00 -0400

“Reality is a very subjective affair. I can only define it as a kind of gradual accumulation...