I played a disc golf tourney this weekend with a bunch of friends. Ander Monson won. I got second overall, and snagged these:
1.) A second place ribbon.
2.) A sick-ass San Marino Roc. (D golf nerd talk here)
3.) A bottle of dank-ass whiskey.
4.) A Pizza Hut gift card.
5.) A Cleveland Cavs knit cap. Second place makes sense for this cap, as you know.
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Me got stuff in the new Robot Melon.
There are exactly Seven Types of Poem. You want to argue the fact? Huh? Seven, seven only, my friends.
I got some bone marrow stuff in there, too, but who cares? Let me lead you to a much better poet, and a person whose work I adore (I would most likely adore her personally, but we have never met [we will]): Arlene Ang.
If you haven’t read Ang, you might want to Ebay a clue, my young friends. Here:
What Happens to the Postwoman When She Stops
Delivering the Mail
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I am digging this new Lit Mag named Tammy. Will caterwhomp a report soon. Very language/love-of oriented, so am cranking like startling eyes.
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I write about Anne Sexton and The Meaning of Life (#22) in the new YB.
Lots of great authors here! Check Molly Gaudry. I especially like the commentary, a glimpse at artistic process, at flow and verse and kiss (muse/lightning).
“I am both nervous about admitting what I have to say next, and excited by it:”
Who wouldn’t read on? Good work and insights, Molly.
Check Meg Pokrass. I wish the title was nachos, not tacos. But still a great piece.
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If I only knew what to eat for dinner. I have no ingredients, only these leftovers. Fridge dregs. A dead man’s warm breath…OK, I’m being dramatic. I will think of something…hmm.
NACHOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love u all:
S
Too bad you don’t know how to drink whiskey, that is a good starting place.
Been on somewhat of a binge since, um, unemployment. Went clean last night, plan on red or even chilled white tonight. Who knows?
A mixing, a grab bag, a potpourri, if you will, of licking the black wall of late. These things, hopefully, like summer, will pass.
why is maker’s “dank-ass”?
Uh, Makers is “dank” because we are internet friends (though we met 1-2-1, but you get my point). If you knew me, you would know:
1.) Sean drinks a lot.
2.) Sean NEVER drinks whiskey. Because he goes crazy. Like hallucinations and beat-downs of self. I have not drank a drop of whiskey in 10+ years, so know NOTHING.
So I will drink Makers and go crazy now.
S
great…go crazy
Thanks for the shout-out, Sean. And congrats on 2nd place. I hail from Cleveland, and everyone knows there are no fans like Cleveland fans, so wear that hat with pride, buddy!
Sean, pour it over ice and a little water. You will be fine.