He's Out There

(Working hard...)

THE DEFENDANT: The evidence --
THE COURT: Okay.
THE DEFENDANT: -- is tampered.
THE COURT: Okay. So you think the evidence has been tampered with?
THE DEFENDANT: Yes.
THE COURT: Okay. Can you be specific about that?
THE DEFENDANT: I didn't cut him in the back nor his legs.
THE COURT: Okay.
THE DEFENDANT: I only cut the head off.

Happy Heikinpäivä!

My goodness, I almost forget! Heikinpäivä! Roll over that bear...

Low-Residency MFA?

So, the future. It's poking its head around all my corners, looking me over. Hmm. What to do.

Bonnie Jo mentioned teaching at a low-residency MFA program out in Oregon on her blog this a.m.. I'm wondering. Maybe this would be something to consider. Maybe it would be a better fit for my future. Thoughts?

AWP

So, who's going to AWP? Hmmm.

Most of you know I had a little surgery this week, but I'm feeling like I might be up to it. So, what do you all think? Yes? No?

Woo-Hoos

Kasey has a poem, "Dissection," up at Arsenic Lobster! Wonderful!!!

And Sarah's chapbook, In The Voice of a Minor Saint, is out at Tilt. Wow!

I Have Seen What I Have Seen

Gone, baby, gone.

Let The Rebuilding Begin

After months of staring at our neighbors' burnt out house,

the backhoe came.

This guy made short work of it.

At least the knocking over part.

He spent all day shoveling the pile into a giant dumpster.

Ann and Dale.

Woo-Hoo

Vince has a poem, "Death Itself is Rather Abstract," up at Merge. Congrats! It's a great piece.

Finland, Finland, Finland

It's been a long, almost jobless fall for Tom (insert parental wailing, gnashing of teeth), but at long last he has gainful employment! The national tour of Spamalot is coming to the Morris Civic Theater this week and he's been hired to play bass (insert great parental rejoicing.) This will put him in gas money and books for the whole semester and maybe even lead to a few more jobs (insert angels singing.) And he gets to play The Finnish "Fisch Schlapping Song." All is well with the world.

Tree of Life

Jojo will be turning 18 on January 12th. For this momentous occasion she has been dreaming of getting a tattoo. I want to thank all of you who have encouraged her in this quest. (Your names will not be forgotten.) Be that as it may, she's looking at a Norse World Tree/Tree of Life to put around her ankle. It sounds fairly cool. She explained to me all the mythology behind it, the golden apple, immortality... But I think she could have just written a poem.