Two new poems in the February issue of PANK.
The Chicago Poetry Brothel is ON. March 5 at the House of Blues:
I wrote a couple of new pieces yesterday. I also spent some time watching Picard eat a sandwich and talk about being stabbed through the heart on youtube.
I want to send some things HERE.
This poetry thing can actually be fun, you know.
I cut my hair short and nobody likes it except me. Ha. I need more time so I can bake fresh ginger pound cakes and tiny semolina shortbread cookies with sea salt and maybe an apple pie. This is a lame thing to say but damn I am tired. My feet feel like someone's been pounding spikes into my heels. I should probably buy some proper shoes, not cheapo ones from the discount store (but not walmart as I ABHOR walmart and have not set foot in one for fifteen years, Kay?) as the gel inserts aren't a substitute for good shoes although I had hopes that they would be...
I have my eye on a new corset. With buckles! Very steampunk.
Alas. I will probably buy some practical shoes instead.
Watching: Pushing Daisies
How did I ever miss this? It's freaking fabulous. It's like a dark fairy tale (aren't they all?) with pie.
Reading: Wikipedia entries about weird crap
Feeling: Totally Lame and disconnected from my former Coolness and such