December 10, 2018

“When I hit the limit of no ability, that’s when I lean into metaphor.” @bdammons

A Ghost Story

November 30, 2018

“Did you fool yourself?
That’s privilege.
That’s power without power.
That’s a business.
Business.” —Dark Rooms


November 22, 2018

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Uncle Larry, what’s *God* spelled backwards?

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November 19, 2018

She palmed nearly every gordita on the tray helping me figure out which kind I wanted. She could’ve dropped it on the ground and wiped it off with her worn out apron too. I still woulda eaten it. Happily. All three of’m. And the two cups of fresh watermelon juice. Been parked on an upside down bucket at my favorite food carts in Mexico City for the last eight days. Up to Texas tomorrow to be with my family for a week of giving thanks. When we go around the circle and say what we’re thankful for, I can hardly wait to not shut up. Napkins, for one.


November 17, 2018

This piece felt too severe most days so I only read it out all that often, but I just decidedly decided how much I like it. Self-Portrait (2011). Been digging through the old stuff as I set to finish the new book.


Farmly Film Fest

November 12, 2018

I am absolutely not humbled to tell you that @jamiedewolf and I made a short film called Farmly.
Everyone in it are members of my family. They nailed it.
We’re so far accepted to two of the 15 film fests we submitted to last week.
We got a response from the founder of Movies & Meaning:
Farmly is a bit of a wonder, I have to say. I’ve seen thousands of films, and yours stands out as one in which the rawness of the words is matched by the truth of the images; the final shot in particular makes it a cut above. It also accomplished a rare thing – being both a confrontation and an invitation.

I can’t show it til next year and feel like a kid in a toy store not allowed to spend his money.
@davidodowda did the music and @inkymole did the titling and I’m doing thanks to the max.
Just wanted to be prematurely announcy.

Harmony enemy

hummin across the sky

November 8, 2018

@itscaseytime just tagged me on this tattoo he got of a piece I wrote 24 years ago. Cannonball Man. Big fat flashback smile. I was so excited to perform it that, once, at the Canadian border with Gabrielle Bouliane and Tim Sanders, when border patrol asked where we were going, I told him we were going to Slam in Vancouver. When he asked what Slam was I started performing Cannonball Man. I’d never seen a border guard smile before. It’s on Spotify; the album Run On Anything.


November 7, 2018

FREE SHOW TONIGHT! Warren Wilson College. Asheville, NC, Kittredge Auditorium, 730pm, which has little do with this meme except that we’ll laugh a bunch.

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Maybe a fair thing to do with your far right family and friends today is have a movie night where you each show one documentary exposing man’s inhumanity toward man, especially where matters of civil liberties are at stake. I choose 13th. Am sincerely curious what my Republican family and friends choose.

Middle terms

November 6, 2018

Unplug, Sparky. That rad ripple effect of you
is good for no one today if it’s a rippling asshole.

John Ki[s]m[et]

November 2, 2018

As a general rule I take a pass on promoting other people’s work. Mostly because poets can fill up an inbox quick wanting… Wanting. I can hardly stand reading poetry. What I do stand is by my friend @theangrytherapist who’s worked with me to host a monthly dinner in LA that normalizes conversation around… anything, but largely, frequent specific serendipity and the infrastructure of consciousness. I met John Kim within the first hours of moving to Los Angeles and we’ve been friends ever since. He recognizes that there’s a point of connection in everything and creates notable spaces for people, especially men, to dig a little deeper from their own starting point. If the formula for life is to play to my highest excitement with zero expectations of the outcome, then telling you about my friend’s new book today is keeping me well on track. Also, that’s not my coffee on the table. I never touch the stuff.

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