Me reading from the post-apocalypse

Just letting y'all know I'll be reading from my not-yet-finished novel next Wednesday evening, Jan. 21 at Casa Libre, 228 N. 4th Avenue, 7:30 pm.

Two other readers as well--not sure where I am in the line up.

Here are more details: http://www.casalibre.org/programs/edge/jan09/jan09.html

Not sure what the selection will be just yet (a sprinkle of activism, a shake of chickens, a dash of compost toilet, a smidgen from the resurrected landfill, a little sex, a little longing, a little hope?), but if you feel like a little post-apocalyptic stew, come on down.

Why I Write

I contributed to Persephone Speaks, the online blog of Kore Press. The piece was for an application for a fellowship that I did not receive (boo). But it was an important exercise--to really think about and articulate why I write. Every writer should write an essay like that. Multiple times.

See the entry here (www.korepress.blogspot.com). It's the October 2008 listing.

Bear Meadows Bog

6-23-08
Mountain laurel in bloom and the bog!
Near State College, PA

Rib Fish

Some people get punched
knuckle slap, bonecrack
richochets form bloodlakes
behind organs

A viscous waterfall, red,
makes eddies at its landing
I wait for fish to wiggle out
from underneath

A dazzling one would be nice
yellow, yes, and wandering
the kind that feeds, oblivious,
on painweed

The yellow happy rib fish
leaving joy wakes
pinballing the edges
of heartbeat

(5-21-08)

St. Ambrose

St. Ambrose

crawl into my mouth
sting my tongue
this is the origin of language
this is the origin of desire
this is original
before the apple was the flower
before the flower was the bee
taste this
land here
swell here
leave here
honey

(5-15-08)