Brasses

Pondering putting out a chapbook based on a creative nonfiction piece that I was writing when under the gun. The story weaves in an encounter I had via Los Angeles Times newspaper with a woman living on Skid Row...that's right. But she had been arrested so many times. I have been arrested more than 1x. I know what it's like. I've also nearly been shot by a policeman twice. Well, how to categorize a statement such as that? The gun was drawn but no bullet was fired. Maybe that's how I would categorize it.

Someone recently liked my poetry in person. I'm grateful to have that sort of support. Namaste.

About One Year More Poems

What does that mean?

The Raccoon Raconteur

What does that mean?

This is a blog. Read it or not.

I was honored to be alive yesterday; it heralded, then and now, the advent of another day of life. Anyway, funny to be a free-man; I'm sure it won't last forever.

Anyway, book #18 in the 52 books (chapbooks, really) OYMP series was done today; I'm glad about that, knowing that I can surely commit to poetry… well, OK.

As for this blog, what should it be? If I make $1 million at it, I'll retire and donate 50% of the proceeds to aged bloggers; Scout's honor. Anyways, to be or not to be...

Trade me for Pi(a)zza

Wistful days; sent in 3 poems to Cimarron Review - will have to see what they say. 3 poems on the desk to be sent to Paris Review. I will not be gone long, in this sense I am here blogging. … It would be nice, if the writers were more supported; but I am a writer - I could use the support.

BLJ PDP etc. What does it all mean?

I hope that the Doyers win it all this year.

It Has Come To This

Moved by GSH's words now; the poet lives on, the musician lives on, the man lives on. 

Working towards giving up writing poetry, as it's a sallow field that brings only porcupines at times. At other times, it leads to what matters most.

Speaking of what matters most, some sort of meteor showers are coming soon, along with the ghost of Gil Scott-Heron, who will be opening a ghost Peet's Coffee Shop, with baristas to include the father of me and Janis Joplin-Joplin.

Sincerely Yours {Mixtape Vol. 1}

14 x 14 x 14 is a big sum, I'd say. TGIF, and hoping for the best. Interesting to read about poet/author Stephen Crane; comparing him to Hart Crane, now, for some reason. Not sure what or why the connection is, aside from they both were out to sea for far too long, I would say. But that is a cynic's snide whip, lashing out at what I cannot sea, or say.

Well, no, there is no mixtape coming. Poems, I suppose; beyond that, I suppose.