Today it’s snowing and raining almost equally but not accumulating on the earth. There is a wet spot on the building beside my building that looks like phallus and it seems to be growing and looks resigned to _______, too. My apartment has been packed for six days of life. I’ve taken out take-out food for six days of life. I've eaten take-out food for six days of life. I’ve lived in a UPS store behind cardboard boxes for six days of life. I want to fast forward to next week or next year or never. I’m tired of computers and cables and screens and halogen and and ANDAND, I think, “puddles”. Over the past two days I've watched two german language films with german germans and turkish germans: Gegen die Wand and Der Baader Meinhof Komplex – seems like this happened on accident, both good feeding. My brain feels eggy like eggy eggs benedict, and like bad feeding. I need somethingsomethin’somethin’’’’

Getting to the point of no points. I see black and white lines, caging, dancing like venomous snakes.



Has anyone read any good journals/diaries/books of letters they really liked/thought were interesting and/or exceptional?? Please will you please recommend these to me please? I feel like I’ve never absorbed a good one of those in ever...and so then there...thanks.

this is my 102 post. this is me.

poems @ spokenwar

my band, zebra finches, shot our 1st music video but not really.



happy president's day.

mailman brought me 2 copies of pank 4.



got excited. seeing your words in ink is always nice. seeing your words in ink beside the following folks is nice, too: Kirsty Logan, Sandee Lyles, Taylor Mali, Jen Michalski, Steven McDermott, Kyle Minor, Joel Patton, Jennifer Pieroni, Meg Pokrass, Coralie Reed, Ryan Ridge, Andrew Roe, Ethel Rohan, Kathleen Rooney, Emily Rosko, Francine Rubin, Nick Sansone, Peter Schwartz, Gregory Sherl, Matthew Simmons, Audri Sousa, Sarah Sweeney, JA Tyler, Jared Walls, Jared Ward, Brandi Wells, Lauren Wheeler, Kevin Wilson, Bill Yarrow, and Erin York.

get a copy here maybe.

will be moving shop in 14 days from park slope to williamsburg.



park slope (brooklyn)



williamsburg (brooklyn)

in many unexplainable ways, i'm a looking forward to this.
we'll see how it goes.
beer me.

a new issue of neon is live today. really like neon – ed. krishan coupland has published work from a lot of people i think i could get along with in person. this issue includes howie good, paul mcdonald, ladee hubbard, dave migman, joseph quintela, jessica hollander, emily darrell, bryce doersam & me. read neon 22 here.

i found some pictures on my computer. i have no idea where they came from. here are some of them:









i wonder who the hell that family is - also wonder who dressed them...

new ebook @ pbp by some dude named socrates.

anastomoo is now taking handwritten subs. fun.

yeayea.

free denny's grand slam!

sorry colts fans.

drinking coffee from a styrofoam bowl. through a straw. a cocktail one.

yesterday - wandered through the self-help aisle @ barns & noble. felt the need to purchase/read/reread every self-help book in the store.

when i am reborn into this world, it will happen like this:



lookin’ forward to zg’s debut tomo.

in the inaugural issue of the moon milk review, which is live today - feel as tho the prose style of my story differs somewhat from much of my other stuff. fellow contributors include karen heuler, lisa marie basile, neila mezynski, terry sanville, and – my favorite hooiser - jason jordan. jason has also blessed all of us with a new issue of decomP - & with its eagerly awaited redesign. sweet.

watching twin peaks religiously. still. half-way through the second season. i want to say the nightmares aren’t bothering me, but the nightmares are bothering me. i think i should stop watching it at night in the dark with my laptop propped on my stomach with laura palmer staring deep into my spirit, disassembling my everything.

been on the internet. the internet has been boring. been sad about the internet. looking forward to the winter olympics starting. looking forward to all the online clips of figure skaters, skiers, snowboarders, etc. wiping out. i think it's all i can think about.

been reading caketrain #7:



i think i want to say it’s my favorite ever lit issue, one where i’ve liked almost everything in it. thanks for sending roxanne! darby larson has a few in there that were good. really liked alec niedenthal’s short. also really liked eugenia tsutsumi’s work – who i had never heard of before. overall, has some really good stuff. not a lot of that wishy-washy assleak from overrateds, blah.

been looking over nominations for the million writers award. there are “editor” nominations. Then – there are separate “reader” nominations. seems as tho a buncha people nominated themselves, which is dickless if you as me. you people – it’s not like you read someone’s story and thought, “wow, this is really good!” no – you wrote your own story and nominated it. your story. something you wrote. you nominated your own work. because you probably thought, “i’m just like don delillo!” i can see it. you are probably telling people in your office(s) you’ve been “nominated for the million writers award.” and this makes me laugh. because this bullshit. we’re drowning in your bullshit.

i’m going to nominate today’s post for the million writers award.

this weekend will be about alcohol.

poems @ waterlogged august.

pank 4 is ready to be ordered by you. i have words in it. so does everyone else – so get your copy.

“It’s like an all-star Marti Gras parade on acid times 4. Seriously.”



last night i spent over two hours editing my shits & think i did a shitty job.

last night i dreamt a dream where i couldn't wake up.

mondays are hard.
februarys are hard.

i wish i was surrounded by cacti. and heat. and snakes. and scorpions. and. and.

and.

booked a plane ticket to LAX for april.

less than 24 hours later, received an email offering $50 off a(nother) NYC-LAX plane ticket. felt angry at the systems we have in place.

so. there are cavities around me. rotten ones.
to my right.
to my left.
and on top of me.
and in my mouth.
festering.

phm @ the dispatch litareview was kind enough to nominate my story "oikos" for the million writers award - sweet



not too long ago, phm made a video of himself “editing” this story

as you can see, he worked very hard and – thus – deserves some credit for making the story what it was

other nominees include amelia gray's "three little stories" & steve goerger's "mule factory"

big thanks to phm for the nod