read my poems at past simple

listen to my poem

at i-outlaw alongside Charles Bernstein, Shanna Compton, & others...

alice blue six

is here.

Rejection Letters

What do you like. I'm partial to the Berrigan responses. None of them thrill me. What do you think. Suggestions?



Berrigan

Thank you for submitting to alice blue. We appreciate your continued support and patronage. Unfortunately we were unable to find a place for your work in this issue. Sometimes this happens. Monkeys press switches and little babies freak out & cry, “pick me!” “pick me!” but it’s all monkeys here so don’t despair. More opportunities skitter towards you with alice blue hypodermics, ice water, and The World’s record for rapid eye movement.

Much love,

The editorial staff





Thank you for submitting to alice blue. We appreciate your continued support and patronage. Unfortunately we were unable to find a place for your work in this issue. Sometimes this happens. Don’t despair. If you stroke a cat about 1,000,000 times, you will generate enough electricity to light up the largest American Flag in the world for about one minute. And in any case. More opportunities skitter towards you with alice blue eyes and Mongolian sausage and a long, long stocking.
Much love,

The editorial staff





O’Hara

Thank you for submitting to alice blue. We appreciate your continued
support and patronage. Unfortunately we were unable to find a place for
your work in this issue. Sometimes this happens. Don’t despair. Comfort yourself with nostalgia; remember fondly an innocent past of perverted acts in pastures. We do. More opportunities sashay towards you with alice blue, blue eyes, vague blue like the sky, changing all the time, indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal.

Thank you thank you.

Much love,
the editorial staff




Thank you for submitting to alice blue. We appreciate your continued support and patronage. Unfortunately we were unable to find a place for your work in this issue. Sometimes this happens. It means nothing. So pull the shadows around you like a puff and get back to work. More opportunities scramble forth, trailing their long elegant heels of hot air with alice blue eyes, crinkled as if at the most exquisite moment of a very long opera.

Tally ho!

Much love,
the editorial staff




Spicer

Thank you for submitting to alice blue. We appreciate your continued support and patronage. Unfortunately we were unable to find a place for your work in this issue. Sometimes this happens. A hundred crickets try to mine gold from the light in the rushes. But more opportunities scramble forth skimming the water like a huge Violet-colored mosquito. A hundred crickets try to mine gold from the light in the rushes.


Much love,
the editorial staff

why i think bill shatner's a genius

Knight Rider

i'd say this clip makes this show better than i remember.

why am i not a member of the team? i used to be a team member of this here ho-down.

tobias funke

bob

chicken dance

mentos!

this is now the *d*i*m*l*a*b* video-blog. at age 8, this was my favorite movie.

probably why i liked this movie

i sort of want to watch this movie again now. i know it is melodramatic and about the middle/upper class and for the middle/upper class but i probably like melodrama and i'm probably a class sell-out.

Sweet

Thank you Will. How is everybody? Good? I will soon have money again. I will fix my car. I will buy new pants. I will make good foods. You should all come and visit now. We can make good food. It will be good.

Cat's Cradle

just re-read cat's cradle w/ sarah as a go-to-sleep kind of thing over the course of a few weeks & what's interesting to me is the amount of plot & foreshadowing built into this book, with the ice-9 & each member of the narrator's "karrass" drawn all together for the inevitable end-of-the-world ending. is it me or does vonnegut end all of his novels w/ some kind of disaster...the end of gravity...people becoming seals on the galapogos islands...etc... the end of kilgore trout. i hadn't read it for some years and had forgotton all of that, anyway.

i think maybe catch 22 next, again, or finish off kenneth koch's collected. just read The Boiling Water today to S. & it was very good. i'm having difficulty having patience w/ poetry lately.

feeling like its time to take a stab at don quijote. been sitting next to my bed since x-mas.

elimae

has accepted one of my stories for the upcoming issue. I'll keep you posted. I really need to send stuff out more often.

haiku lab

i am not my own
phrenologist kit closet
instead i eat lambs



pet food cereal
venereal pyromani-
ac i am fifteen



eating fingers is
like some kind of flower or
butcher blanket blood

some haiku

clouds & aerosol
change the properties of ice
mirror energy



colored in winter
like coal, snow may last longer
such arctic silence



this ethanol mouth
whispering solar kisses
so many trees, burned

Emotional Robots

Haven't we all seen enough robots destroying humanity movies to have learned by now?

so...

I just got a call from Martin Corless Smith. Turns out I got into Boise State already. With the full ride and teaching assistantship.

Crazy huh?

I feel wierd. And excited.

The Fog (or how to know you're dying slowly from the elements)

The white cloud stops us. It is too thick, wraps us like a chenile blanket, little whisps of chenile sticking to our skin, caught in our hair. We hug the blanket to us because it's all we have. We love the blanket. Cool against our cool skin. This white, white blanket.

RIP Anna Nicole

Do you think it had something to do with that TrimSpa shit?

I'm more concerned with getting into BSU. I'm very nervous. I just finished my assistantship app and shipped it out. I'm very nervous. All weak-like in the stomach region.

I "heart" the BBC.

Global Warming.

Amber's Poems

The Solar System, (or Why Humanity is Failing at the Speed of Light)

In my dream I'm singing "she's like the wind next to me," but Patrick Swayze is far away on the television and nobody is dancing, even dirty. I carry a red balloon, just one, and wear a scar and the sun is shiny in the sky, which I know because I looked and it was a dream so I didn't go blind but saw that the sun was actually a lie. A shiny lie. A refinished lie. A lie waxed on and on.

Things of note

a l i c e    b l u e returns

read poems by me and others at coconut and dusie.

also, out there, new octopus.

go here

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/6298467.stm


way too lazy to make a pretty link. but you should read this, and download the pdf to get the whole scoop.

Sulfur

The sound is a reflection.
The sound is a burden.
The sound is the sunrise in an orange streak.


The peak is a curve and a bell.
We are all listening and dying.
We are deaf in the streets with
lights as lines of script in our past.

The script is a poem.
The past is a poem.
This poem is a poem.
The sound is a poem
made of water and fog.

Morning Adventure

Slipping to the bus stop on ice, then waiting. Two people beside me: a portly old man with a grandfatherly face and a green beret...buying an eight ball from a kid who couldn't have been more than 16. They talk about the guy they almost killed behind an alley. Grandfatherly bonding. Mentor.

Then reading. Reading on the bus. Reading Joshua Clover on the bus and damn it's good. Fourier Series. A discovery about this beautiful book that I own. The cover has a flower/dandelion split between the front and back covers, the spine a dividing line. This is just a fancy book jacket, folded over the real cover. It comes off. Reveals a poster of a dandelion and the simplest cover underneath.

Then Downtown Seattle. Riding past store fronts. Banana Republic doing their windows. Naked mannequins. Naked Male Mannequins...and all that that implies...

Something interesting always happens when you ride the bus. I love it.