Have mercy on the man who sings to be adored. Saturday, December 09, 2006. Surprised I Remembered My Password. Sigh It has been ridiculously long. Friday, August 18, 2006. From a May 2006 Slate article by Dr. How about music? Did it function as a counterirritant? I have noticed th.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017. In his book Uprooting Racism. Mother, often fearful of angering Father, will enable the Father by promoting the notion that the Children are at fault for any familial ten.

Monday, September 25, 2006. I know some bad things went down in the dome, but today and this game and all of the excitement leading up to it is symbolic of something very important to the area. People have been talking about the saints, and this game in particular since last spring when we learned the opening date in of the dome. Tuesday, September 19, 2006. Thanks to all of my well wishers. Friday, September 15, 2006.

Continuing in the tradition of Kate Greenstreet. Wednesday, November 5, 2014. How often had you sent out Signaletics. Before The University of Akron Press. Chose it for publication in 2013? Tell me about the title. Had it always been Signaletics. Did it go through any other changes? For a little while the manuscript was titled Latent Print. After a sequence by the same name, but it soon became Signaletics.

The pdf version of TRAUMA MOUTH. Is now up at Dusie, alongside a huge collection of other chapbooks from Kollectiv 8, edited by rob mclennan and Susana Gardner. Life-List makes the SPD bestsellers list for September! Made the Small Press Distribution bestseller list for July alongside these other amazing books of poetry! An archive of poems about bodies and geographical space and a Calvino-esque trip through the architecture of dreams inspired partly by the visual art of Noah Saterstrom.

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A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving. 2 weeks ago, I was packed full with anticipation and joy to return to Boracay, the island of paradise. Awaiting to sink my toes into the powdery white sand and swim in the clear blue waters. To relive those wonderfully peaceful days where touts were rare, and quaint snack shops line the beach with the occasional large hotel sprouting out of nowhere.

Almost I rushed from home to tell you this. Friday, February 15, 2013. I, too, am profoundly connected. To this person who died. Later remark that your heart. Begged, no more, please. How you ignored it,. Punk hunk of meat holding. Lives in the apartment upstairs. Imagine what it would be. To fall into nothing -. See, I am bound.