Monday, November 27, 2017

Thursday, November 23, 2017

Why do you have an olden days phone?

the ghosts of ideals haunt me
Spilled milk burnt my skin
Teaching my niece how to play pretend
This guitar taught me how to put a soundtrack to the melancholie
& they tell me to play something "upbeat"
Next time I'll tell them fuck you
This time- seclusion
went home to a place I have no memories from to watch advertisements & take baths
tell my mom I love her
But I'm not sure I know what that is
all I'm thankful for is a dog
who was naive enough to hang around me
As I've fought a war against myself
reminding me some of the world is soft
Still has teeth
if the truth comes out
We'll all be broken
been clinging to illusions
but I'll find something to make me happy
At a black friday sale ///

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

fred is dead and the 50 states project is almost done

oregon from the hill where i was always welcome in crude immigrant relative fashion
marge my great aunt is moving back to lockport after half a century out west
i wonder if i'l ever go up that hill again
and witness the beauty of the rogue valley with an obtrusive highway running through it, reminding me who i am.
1 more state til ive recorded a song and took a picture in all of em.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

girl writing on train (big nothing)

 did a painting of one of my favorite pictures.
(((new show opening tonight in rochester at tapas 177, reception is from 6-8 with free fire food. new work from rachel farley and me.)))

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

unity press

the poet laureate of mike donatelli's safe haven for wounded children