Poetry reading:

Elizabeth Bradfield @ Flood Gallery Fine Art Center. Sunday, October 26th, 1:00PM, Asheville, NC.

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joined a couple poets @wedge brewery (http://www.wedgebrewing.com/) after the reading. surprisingly busy for a sunday afternoon.

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excellent mix of unca/warren wilson faculty/student reading @flood gallery fine art center (http://www.floodgallery.org/)

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the season of lent is almost here & i wonder if fasting from sns, internet, and/or info is more appropriate than dietary fasting.

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question: how was texas? my reply: the airport was nice & the hotel was okay, but the midnight cheeseburger was amazing!

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can’t believe i almost missed my flight due to chicken tenders…

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what a beautiful weekend. sunny & 60°F weather. the canadians invaded under a clear sky & bright full moon. my, weekend, how i miss thee.

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sometimes, when i’m washing dishes, i compose poems in the soap suds. then i pull the plug & watch them disappear down the drain.

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the house is quiet. only the sound of johnny cash playing on the stereo. must be time to wash dishes & clean the kitchen.

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somehow i felt a bit lost in the music section of beast buys. i mean, like most the record stores i used to haunt are gone.

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i hear a phone ringing. one of those old phones from a black & white film. i wanna answer it & say, in a smokey tom waits voice, ‘hullo.’

ah, nuts!

i just reblogged! twice! it’s only tuesday!

i thought i could go a whole week without reblogging. i. am. so. weak.

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don’t try to make sense of it, just get behind it and push it over. (one-line haiku)

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the river’s long term goal is to get up early and bleed into dirt. (one-line haiku)

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she puts her lipstick on with a sharpie marker and then calls it quits. (one-line haiku)

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tryin to write a ‘status’ haiku durin lunch line breaks don’t work well (one-line haiku)

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fell asleep reading the aeneid… woke up to a little kidlinger voice saying, ‘i have to go poop.’

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she’s singing along to joan osborne…

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if a ‘glade’ is an open space surrounding a woods, what’s the opposite (a woods surrounding and open space)?

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i now have 2 tickets to see cowboy junkies!

// no, no, no, britannica. don’t cave to wikipedia (http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/7846986.stm). maintain your scholarly integrity.

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listening to saturday morning jazz while the kidlingers play and i read the recent issue of nyrob.

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*yawn* i think the 9pm café latte is finally wearing off… time to finish reading an essay on the republic of letters.