WE ARE NOT ALONE BUT ALSO NOT ALL THAT TOGETHER

1. I’m still here.

2. I fully intend to start updating this thing again.

3. I say that about a lot of things.

4. But then I just watch 28 back-to-back episodes of Hotel Impossible.

5. I made another record and you can pre-order it here.

6. Here’s an outtake from the photos for said record because Tumblr:



7. I’m working on a full-length poetry collection.

8. I’m leaving for Spain in a couple weeks.

9. I mean, have you seen Hotel Impossible? Anthony Melchiorri is a boss.

(From No One Here Lives Here | Forthcoming 2013)

Telling you a story means erecting
walls between us being and un-being.
Don’t ruminate — just say it:

the idea of me is chesty breathing,
not an idea, not like ruby — like lucky
to be feeling — unlucky to be shaped

like feeling.

I’m distracting:

me and gold-washed sofa, me the cipher.
Me the re-portrayal, playing make-believe
in public spaces.

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