August 31, 2015
Los Angeles, we got this.
August 30, 2015
After 3.5 months in the safety of Boulder,
I leave for L.A. on Monday.
The only way I could be more excited
is if I didn’t have to leave Andrea to get there.
August 28, 2015
Image of my first chapbook (2001) thanks
to Shihan Van Clief
Shona and I stapled about 300 of them.
Then played rummy.
And listened to Blackalicious.
Killed three raccoon with 93 Ferrero Rocher’s
sometime around there
by accident. Our yard was gold wrappers.
Home with you and Wileen will always be a high point.
Love from L.A.-bound.
August 15, 2015
I remember the woman on the plane prior to Obama being elected
telling me “America just isn’t ready for a black president.”
I remember rolling in my skin like some restrained honey badger
daydreaming to snack out her vocal cords, wondering how I might
add height to her short-sighted. “If not now, then when?”
I suspect in the coming months I will be sitting next to that woman
a thousand times over listening to people try to convince me
that America just isn’t ready for an honest politician.
Bernie Sanders, You have my vote.
Stay on track, Bossman.
PS Think “The Onion,” and I suspect there’ll be less people
baffled by this article in The New Yorker.
August 13, 2015
As we work toward finally producing a DVD of
live performances, interviews and outtakes
not found on YouTube, I’d be grateful to receive
any and all footage you may have, be it from
the recent Riled Up and Wasted On Light World Tour,
from The Ok Hotel in 1998,
and any candid moments along the way.
Due credit is assured. Willing to consider special requests.
Email firstname.lastname@example.org with a link,
or to ask questions, or for the mailing address.
August 8, 2015
Just after my 41st birthday on a walk in Boulder
I told Andrea and Emily I intend to be an actor now
and that I want to move to Los Feliz by October,
but I don’t wanna pay more than $XOXO for a studio,
and it needs to be furnished because I just sold or gave away
everything I owned, again.
Two weeks later, upon being evacuated from
a Vipassana meditation center due to a wildfire near Yosemite,
I hopped into a car headed West with a guy named Clay
only to end up at a different Vipassana center
nearer San Francisco.
Before I walked into the kitchen the next morning to begin service,
the other servers asked Clay who was with him.
Clay told them he didn’t know much more than
I was a poet looking at moving to Los Angeles.
When I walked into the kitchen a woman named Lexi approached me
and said she was once on the Pittsburgh Poetry Slam team.
Oh, and also, she heard I was considering a move to L.A.
and that if I was interested,
she was trying to find someone to take over her lease in Los Feliz
before October for exactly $XOXO.
The only catch is that she’s considering a move to Peru
and doesn’t want to take her things,
so it’s furnished.
When I remove the screen
from this window in my new Los Feliz apartment
I’ll be able to see that strange white sign on the side of the mountain.
I’ll be sure to include the Griffith Observatory in the next photo.
Application approved yesterday.
Moving from Boulder to L.A. on August 31st to write,
and be an actor.
August 2, 2015
I’m supposed to be editing or being a writer
or some other such self-imposed Sunday sentence
but all I wanna do is walk the creek and cheer on
the 3000 Ironman competitors.
I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving before
the last person crossed the finish line.
What an unexpected treat this incredible day turned out to be.
Making up power phrases for exhausted runners may be my new favorite past time.
August 1, 2015