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started work on a new poem last night. felt good. the working title is "mojave shovel."
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i am not missing awp dc. no way. not going to happen.
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i heard "silent all these years" on the radio today. man, i'd forgotten what a great song it is. your mother shows up in a nasty dress/ it's your turn to stand where i stand...
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no work today.
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pics from the one poem festival. thanks, oscar b.!
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should i tell steve fellner that my last name has only one "l" in it? corral not corrall.
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there's a guitar outside my window.
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Everyone slams the AWP-crowd-scan conversational style, but I think it's just a fact of life there. Then again, I'm just looking for people I like and haven't seen in a year, not powerful people who can help my career. So don't take it personally that I did it when we were talking, please.
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i need to send some poems out. this time i'm only going to submit to journals that accept online submissions. look at me! i'm so high tech-savvy.
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my throat, trumpet.