Friday, the 27th! 7 PM @ The Percolator (9th & New Hampshire, behind the Lawrence Art Center, Lawrence, KS) Hello Biplane!, Heartscape Landbreak, The Sun My Heart, Peter Wright and I will be performing for the closing night of “Songs Amidst Stillness”. do come. food, wine, fine art. PS my sculpture BULLETPROOF is also featured in the collection, so you can see that, as well! hooray!
(scroll across artist names above for links to their awesomeness)

I’ll be on the road with rockers Bosco and Monzie Leo & The Big Sky this March, then in May I’ll be heading to the Pacific NW!

here are the dates for March…

March 2nd Bloomington IN
March 3rd Louisville KY
March 4th 5th & 6th Nashville TN
March 7th Coleman AR
March 8th Tulsa OK
March 9th Oklahoma City OK
March 10th Lawrence KS
March 11th St.Louis MO

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Hi friends! It has been a while and I’d like to let you know that I am doing just great! My sculpture is getting a lot of positive attention and is starting to sell. The poetry movie is in the final stages of completion! I can hardly wait for you to see it.

If you are in Des Moines, IA Wednesday the 21st, please come see me and my friends Josh, Kristin and my longtime mentor and friend Jim Coppoc (scroll over the names to find out more about them). We have a show at the 4th Street Theater (214 4th Street Des Moines IA) downtown and it is certain to be a sweet time. My friend Brandon McNaughton hooked it up last minute and we couldn’t be more grateful!
I will be reading poems from my upcoming body of work SOME KING, as well as some of your favorites.
See you there…

New news, you cutie newtie! My hit book, CATACOMB CONFETTI, is going to be taught to poetry students in Iowa! My label-mate Anis Mojgani‘s work is going to be taught there, as well! Hooray us! Thank you Iowa State University for affirming our hard work and talent!

New tour in the works my folks! I’ll be hitting the road with my pals Tyler Gregory and Corey Howe this October for a bit! It’ll be just so damn jazzy to hold your hands again!

Meanwhile, Jon Pearson and I are on the last lap with our project. Have you seen LA JETEE? If you haven’t, you otter check it out stat. If you have and you loved it, then plan on enjoying what Jon and I have decided to do with our collaboration, SOME KING. Stay posted for more news and swoozy smiles.

Blessings to all who submitted to Write Bloody Publishing this past month (May is open submission for those of you under rocks). I’m eager to read/meet/dance party/indian leg wrestle with all of the new authors. Shout out to my long time pal and fellow poet, Zach Oldham. An exceptionally original writer who I hope so earnestly for.

In other news, my new favorite movie is L’ILLUSIONISTE. A poignant observation of all of the wonders in one persons lifescape. I have met so many marvelous people in such a vast array of settings. I wonder how we’ll all fare. I worry about not having done enough with my time.

Spread the word.

HUG BELIEF

Every layer lean or blobbing falsely.
Fear of fire, bobbing.

Nothing to do and clocks to repair.

Steering in disguise like a blossom.

One day I’ll stop being gone too long.
Eggless and wonderfully done.

Friends and enemies, alike and disliked.

Monarch byproduct.

A lamp lights a room without caring what goes on in it.

Oh, once loose and unavailable mouth, what have you become?
An alien field of true nature, as real as being left behind or wrung out.

Pseudo-light horizon in a most perpendicular way.
Watch as we turn back to dough.
A belt across the back or trying to stay in touch?
Wishing for cake and luck.
Circumstance salad undressed.

Bury me with this horse or leave me laying among the sticks and the stones.

My chance to become chance finally come.

My new manuscript, SOME KING, is currently being illustrated by one of my favorite artists, Jonathan Pearson. Here is a sneak peek (click to see larger image)…

THIS CAN ONLY CONTINUE!

PRAIRIE FLOWER POP POP

You’re a time-bomb-masochist and you’re not kidding.

Leather nose and perfect cadence.

Impervious to discouragement.

We’re not right and we hide it well.

She doesn’t cross my mind like you think she does.

French press scatter; the movements of our kitchen.

We know the rules.

Knew.

Ad nauseam merits such lambent wicked.

Featherlight in a pink marble courtyard.

A song in Prussian,

German,

something.

Cherubim in the hairline fulminations on our femurs.

Acute, yet aloof.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, I want to pull your hair until your guts come up.

No calm like honesty.

Relegate within like a sinister wine.

Dark neanderthal lake brio.

Rising.

Gushing poetry loosely based on knuckle bone brooch sweetness.

What are these bends?

Crooked as back-alley trash-cans.

Touch like you’ve never seen me before.

Franticly smooching as we fall down these elaborate stairs.

You look at yourself all the time, Rapunzel, but seldom see who you are.

Swagger that Golden guillotine.

Silence.

Cigarette.

How can I come home tonight if you’re not there?