this one might be my favorite yet… Continue reading…
love
As a Writer, no where has opportunities like New York City… in my humble opinion. And no
place else has New Yorkers…
Watching the sunrise in Queens a few days back, one of my favorite people and I were discussing New Yorkers. He made me laugh saying something like ‘We’re the only “-ers”, New Yorkers… You don’t have Los Angeles-ers or Chicago-ers.’ I chimed in with ‘Same in Australia, no Melbourne-ers… Sydney tries to have “Sydney-siders”, which is whack to begin with.’
My mother told me this morning that New Yorkers are a big part of why I love the city. 
‘They’re like you,’ she said. ‘They’ll talk to anyone walking down the street, that’s why you like it there, because that’s how you are.’ Continue reading…
Dear Blog Family
Hardcore cult supporters and a handful of new recruits are already familiar with Bananafish Magazine. You know they publish fiction and memoir of Writers I immediately end up crushing on… you know they were the very first place where the Editor sent amazing feedback along with my initial rejection… and you are likely aware that they were the first place to publish me… after breaking my thirty-one year phobia of submitting words for anyone to consider.
When the opportunity to hook up with the good people of Bananafish in the form of Poetry Editor presented itself, I choked on my coffee before thanking it for not flying out of my nose and leaving an unsightly mess across the keyboard of my white MacBook.
Seriously. Continue reading…
The novelty of being able to escape to my parents’ crib in the forest to rework my words and adjust how my head is screwed on, any time at
my leisure, makes me very happy.
I spent seven years with a 10 000 mile gap. Ninety minutes travel these days ain’t nothin.
I met someone from Turkey yesterday and we discussed what it’s like when you leave your entire family for a whole new country on your own. It’s one of those topics where, when you find someone else that’s done it, you immediately begin gesticulating wildly with wider eyes. Continue reading…
I’m pretty sure I meant to say ‘a guy with no shirt on’ opposed to ‘a guy with no shirt off’ … I imagine it was the shock of the chicks pole dancing inside the car that had me fumbling my words once again… or something to that extent… Continue reading…
Tomorrow I have an appointment at Columbia University to discus their MFA program. I already have
an MA but in the world of getting paid to lecture I’ve learned an MFA is required. Apart from the bazillions of dollars universities suck dry out of us, I enjoy studying. I need to stay in school. It brings a unique structure to my work, and learning stuff is fun.
And imagine if I got into Columbia? Talk about some shit… Continue reading…
Namaste cult dwellers, I hope you all had a lovely weekend! How nice was the WEATHER local ones?
I spent my time frolicking around with camera: watching, listening, snapping, scribbling…
There’s heaps more work I didn’t do this weekend, so I kind of have to do it right now. Here is a taste of what has been swirling around me for the past 48-hours… while I really thought about doing work… but simply couldn’t commit myself to longer than five minutes indoors. Continue reading…
Some of you might recall the collaboration Real People previously posted that was written with Ricardo Perez. Our latest creation is a different style that combines our two voices. In the first piece we each wrote a clean half. The following work is a tangled mesh of both our phrasing and feelings.
… I’m quite pleased with it actually. Shout out Rick! Shout out to the Writers! Continue reading…
I actually wet my pants in the stationary shop on 6th Avenue yesterday when a glorious Cambodian man presented a silver Parker pen
with a wide, white tooth smile and simple statement of ‘Nine dollars, thank you.’
So far I’ve shown my pen off to two friends that both commented on how light it is. I thought that was cool because I never really considered why I prefer a certain instrument, I just know what I like… which seems to be something light weight and clicky… with refillable blue gel ink. Continue reading…
G’day blog family
This week I have a poem featured with our friends at the ultra fabulous Short, Fast, and Deadly. I trust by now considering how much I have gushed about this most wonderful weekly collection and its unimaginably talented senior editor Joseph A. W. Quintela you have all already guzzled this week’s edition… if somehow you haven’t… off you go! Continue reading…
