Today I ache because I have the flu and I ache for one more reading at the Singing Wind Bookstore. Jimmy and I went to see Robert Hass and Brenda Hillman read in the cramped little ranchhouse-turned-bookstore. What an odd idea to stick a bookstore out in the desert. Fitting tho. Name: Singing Wind Bookstore …
Tag: Arizona
And one of them is a pirate
Bombs Away
Weddings remember started parting the hips elbeaux wrists of native acres, roundabouts’ dark javelina hidden between roadwork, the glassy brassy knolls. you call that an orchard? yes the psychedelic feeling lasts and lasts. Call Josh John Lennon Josh Paul McCarthy Call Josh Yoko Josh Lynda Fung Call Roadside Assistance Josh Just Below Josh Calling Donning …
Grand Canyon Trip
Love Letters to Tucson
Mindee sent pctures of Paul and I in Tucson. I have no idea what we were doing or why my hair is a poofy loop.
two things
1. On my way to work this morning I saw this plate: ARIZONA HOPE 1 2. There is a little boy who lives at the juncture of 16th and Arizona Avenue, where I turn to get home. On Sunday, he was wearing church clothes and a rat tail. He jumped up and down giving me …
Weekends
The weekend before last was worse than most weekends, save a few. There was a party and a fight. Cops talked to me. It was Jimmy’s birthday. ************* This past weekend was better than that last weekend. There was no party and the person to fight with is gone for now. It is not Jimmy’s …
Camping
IN THE CAR We met at 12 but Michael had a hangover so we met at 12:30 but Dawn didn’t know what to pack so we met at 12:50 but we still had to figure out how to get to Andy’s house to meet at 1:20 but we repacked all the shit in so we …
The Road trip: 10 Acts of Utter Indulgence
I. How many ostriches on the ostrich farm bury their face in the sand? They are stupid birds. And while I’ll admit that their asses puffed up in the dirt, speak to us, I can’t say that I haven’t heard it before. Nor can I say that we, in all our dumb glory, could conceive of …
Anna the Cat
There’s a blue light just before the sun goes under. And lots of dust. And you’re always forcing yourself uphill. A sore ass. Blisters between your toes because you haven’t mastered the art of wearing flip-flops yet. But fuck socks. Blisters are better than socks. A few tears, but nothing to be ashamed of. And …
Arizona
So. It’s decided. I’m moving to Arizona. Friday night I was waiting for the train. I had just finished rehearsal. I was tired. My fingers were numb and I could barely stir up enough energy to appear relaxed. The only thing I could think of was: “I want to write.” I didn’t think “I gotta …