Category Archives: Poetry

PICTURE AS PROOF

RUSSIA TURNED ON ITS SIDE LOOKS LIKE A PHILLY PHANATIC CLUB-FOOTED IF THAT’S WHAT A CLUBFOOT LOOKS LIKE THIS IS HOW I FEEL HERE OR AT LEAST THE BEST I COULD COMMUNICATE BUT AFTERWARDS I MAY FEEL DIFFERENTLY Advertisements

I Am The Judge Of A Poetry Contest

picture by Keith Birthday I’m going to take this poem and I’m going to turn it into something else probably something like a rock or maybe an airplane I’m going to take this rock or airplane or poem and turn it into a forest I think that you’ll be impressed if I take this poem […]

An Excerpt From ‘Слякоть’

From my current project Siberia, a collection of essays, poems, songs, and photos. II. on the one hand I hate all the ice/slush my feet being wet but then there is some meltwater makes its way through icesheets carves a canyon or maybe a gorge also then the cacophony of slush so many wet bristles […]

José Asked Me to Return the Favor and ‘Workshop’ One of His Poems

Something like a continuation of the past two posts where José and I ask each other to ‘workshop’ each other’s writing. Sort of like a bloggy circlejerk. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ from FIREWORKS Trading sips, water Tent blooms cloud And blue Powder and Floodlight Cars pass and stop sometimes Somebody gets out maybe With a kid “These are buy […]

Revisiting “Revisiting A Poem I Didn’t Really Like, but Read for a Russian Audience Anyway”

The following is a response, originally submitted via email, to Keith’s post about a poem he didn’t like anymore . He sent me an email saying that I should analyze the poem, write some thoughts regarding the poem, and then post my thoughts on the poem. I guess this is sort of like a workshop […]

Revisiting a Poem I Didn’t Really Like, but Read for a Russian Audience Anyway

I wrote this ‘poem’ on November eleventh, a few days after I had a party at my apartment: ‘If it weren’t so cold, we’d probably have an epidemic’ This party in my apartment has been fossilized cuz the bottles are still all over the floor and table the windowsill too like an image I can’t […]

I Visited Seattle Once When I Still Lived on the East Coast

It was a little more than year ago when I visited Seattle my friend Dan with the idea that I would write an article about it. The article didn’t get published. I decided to edit and post it, with added commentary from an older, wiser self currently residing in Seattle. It’s like I’m reviewing myself! […]

An interview with mythical third founder of Rub Paw Press / poet / student Drew Kalbach

Drew Charles Kalbach is a poet and student. I had a class with him my last semester at School, with the teacher I shared with Jackee. This, however, was a different class, one not attended by Jackee. But Jackee and Drew knew each other; she would talk about him to me. When she talked about […]

An Interview with Brandon Scott Gorrell, Creative Writer

Brandon Scott Gorrell is a writer of poems and stories. His last book, during my nervous breakdown i want to have a biographer present, was published by Muumuu House. I think I’ve seen it on sale at the Anne Bonny. I also saw it in the ‘zine rack at Healthy Times Fun Club. The book […]

An Interview With A Girl I Had Three Workshops With And Writes Better Poems than I

Jacyln Sadicario is  Psych Major and poet. I know her through our mutual attendance of poetry workshops in school, mostly administered by either Pattie McCarthy or Kevin Varrone. We also had one with Jena Osman. I hope they see this. When I moved to Seattle I got into contact with her again to attempt some […]