two nights ago now
Dream that we end up touching fiberglass, because someone doesn't do the right thing with the roller coaster--and a bridge?--and so we have to fix this, cure, by rubbing through and over our hands pebbles.
naropa
Dream of seeing Bhanu again, and speaking to Anne--in some connection to the question of being in Boulder teaching again like last summer, involving also a ditch we are all in or around.
home from CT
Dream that my boyfriend's mother dies--her empty chair at the table we try to ignore.
At issue as well are our malfunctioning phones. At one point I'm riding my bike up some side ramp at Coney Island--something I've never or yet to do--and I must get through to my own (mom) to let her know the call hasn't been dropped because, despite the busy signal, I've died, too.
recent books:
- @ douglasamartin.com :: NEW BOOKS
- New York Times Book Review of ACKER ("Three Literary Critics Who Engage with Their Subjects, Unconventionally," by Kathleen Rooney)
- nightboat books
- 7stories Press: Once You Go Back
- SOFT SKULL PRESS (“...full of hard-won, fraught, unsparing emotional truth...a piece of stylish and ferociously sharp prose. I love its fierce concentration and levels of obsession.” —Colm Tóibín, on OUTLINE of MY LOVER. "These are great poems cause they’re such non-poems. Torn up pieces, patches of stuff like a guy on a train reminds you of someone you used to love. If the whole category of poetry emptied out and they opened something else next door that does what poetry did—by falling down, missing the train, missing everything, and you can almost hear it—like music—well this poetry is kind of like that. It's awkward and swift. I really like it." —Eileen Myles, on IN the TIME of ASSIGNMENTS.
- U of W: They Change the Subject
- kammer/kammer