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Poetry Reading: Erin Victoria Wigger @ Flood Gallery Fine Art Center. Sunday, October 26th, 1:00PM, Asheville, NC.

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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.

// 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…

The Next Publishing Model

Amazon By the Numbers

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

The Death of High Fidelity

// 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.

// 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.’

ah, nuts!

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

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

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

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

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

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

// make the phone ring with some rain.

Is it time to dump hard cover books?

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