Category: field notes

now that it is almost over, march is small press month. yeah, me too. didn’t know of any events in my area.

she says, it’s an emotionally heavy week. i say, yeah.

the difference between endurance and perseverance is that one requires action.

yes, i realize i’m a snob. i prefer the term elitist.

there are 10 sticky notes on my macbook pro… i can barely fine the keyboard… so much for gtd.

how about i tell you a truer truth & call it fiction?

my feet are cold. i’m reading a book. the author says the muse is dead… like santa claus and elvis.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.’

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

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