The project at my Wordpress continues in a new form - a poem-a-day for each day in 2011. I hope you all follow along.

This project to commit life to letters has moved. I hope you'll follow.

It's been fun, Livejournal.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a ( Read more... )

I feel considerably better now that Saturday's interview is over. Fortunately, it wasn't as horrific as I had anticipated. In the minutes leading up to my turn to present the teaching sample, I found myself getting very confident. I had chosen to briefly cover archetypal characters in epic literature - something I was very knowledgeable about. ( Read more... )

I'm trying to update more, but it's very difficult when nothing is really happening in my life. I'm growing very tired of my current routine, and it's been brought to my attention that I will not be hired as a salaried employee at my current job by the time I leave. At this point it's more of a relief to know it's not coming rather than wondering. ( Read more... )

New Years has come and gone. My resolution: to do the best I can. Either this is a bold step forward or a desperate regression to some sort of kindergarten mentality. I figure it's a win-win.

New Years itself was a gas - Jeffy has a gorgeous apartment in Hells Kitchen, from which you have a great few of Times Square's ass. Thus, we watched the ball ( Read more... )

I've been carrying around my small black notebook for months now and I haven't touched it since I-don't-know-when. Today, after I left the library with more books than I anticipated I decided to spend my lunch hour in the next-door Starbucks. There was an empty seat next to a fireplace that I somehow hadn't noticed in the past few years, so I  ( Read more... )

I neglect this journal too much. At least I'm consistent. I think often about updating but for some reason always manage to not get around to it. Maybe I should put more of an effort into sorting out thoughts.

My work for Long Beach City Hall continues - allegedly I'm supposed to fill my retired boss's old position, but politics have slowed things ( Read more... )

It's very bizzare knowing that Fairfield doesn't happen this September.

I've returned to my humble post in Long Beach City Hall as a Public Relations clerk. I like the office, I love the people - I even like the work well enough. I'm primarily here to make posters, newsletters and other publications, and to make them look pretty. I like my job. I'm ( Read more... )

looking at a photograph of a family reunion, summer 2001. notable is my grandfather, who had passed away last year. everyone looks
happy.

tell me what we know
is written somewhere, in stone. tell me
that we don't need to hide
from the things we've done, or
shy away from the dying
days of winter.

mondays and wednesdays I sing
with a choir, young and brash ( Read more... )