Wednesday, March 28, 2007
I say "Thirty - Good Riddance!"
Bring on thirty-one.
My mother wrote me from Paris to say, "I know what I was doing 31 years ago, and I'm glad I did it."
Here's to spring, and life.
My mother wrote me from Paris to say, "I know what I was doing 31 years ago, and I'm glad I did it."
Here's to spring, and life.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
For Denver
A friend and at one point in time "more than friend" passed away this past weekend. Last night we gathered at the Four Faced Liar to toast to him. Denver Cochrane was a magical person. He shows up in a few poems of mine (All Kinds of Shipwrecks, Little Monogamy etc.) and a few songs. This one in particular was a song I wrote in July of 2004 after we stopped seeing each other. I think Jason Pendergraft still sings it when he performs. It's a little melancholy, but hey, I had a crush. Some friends asked me to post it so here it is. For Denver.
He takes off his shoes and his baseball hat
He sits down next to you and says, enough of that
The people have gone home, the bar’s empty at last
And the sun comes up where the moon should be at
He smells like smoke and money and sin
And you don’t want to know where his mind has been
His arms are oak wood, but his heart’s made of tin
And you know for certain you’re not going to win
So you say, if he were a car, well then you would take the train
And if he were the sun, well then you would pray for rain
But you’re both heading to that same small town
That town in between the ups and the downs
Everybody’s dying and everybody’s sick
He lays next to you and says enough of this
There’s a dark in his eyes and a bitter in his kiss
But he’s got a drink that’s so hard to resist
But every boxer needs a reason to fight
And every shadow needs just a little bit of light
And you know you can make it
You just can’t make it right
So you say, if he were a car, well then you would take the train
And if he were the sun, well then you would pray for rain
But you’re both heading to that same small town
That town in between the ups and the downs
That town in between the ups and the downs
He takes off his shoes and his baseball hat
He sits down next to you and says, enough of that
The people have gone home, the bar’s empty at last
And the sun comes up where the moon should be at
He smells like smoke and money and sin
And you don’t want to know where his mind has been
His arms are oak wood, but his heart’s made of tin
And you know for certain you’re not going to win
So you say, if he were a car, well then you would take the train
And if he were the sun, well then you would pray for rain
But you’re both heading to that same small town
That town in between the ups and the downs
Everybody’s dying and everybody’s sick
He lays next to you and says enough of this
There’s a dark in his eyes and a bitter in his kiss
But he’s got a drink that’s so hard to resist
But every boxer needs a reason to fight
And every shadow needs just a little bit of light
And you know you can make it
You just can’t make it right
So you say, if he were a car, well then you would take the train
And if he were the sun, well then you would pray for rain
But you’re both heading to that same small town
That town in between the ups and the downs
That town in between the ups and the downs
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
If you're not going to be in Mystic, CT - go to this reading!
Creative Writing Program Alumni Reading
Jacqueline Bishop, Natalie Danford, Matt Donovan, Kathleen Graber, Tyehimba Jess
Friday, March 23, at 7 p.m.
19 University Place, 1st Floor Auditorium
A reception and book signing will follow.
Jacqueline Bishop, Natalie Danford, Matt Donovan, Kathleen Graber, Tyehimba Jess
Friday, March 23, at 7 p.m.
19 University Place, 1st Floor Auditorium
A reception and book signing will follow.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
The fabulous poet and dear friend Jennifer L. Knox now has an official website. Thank the maker.
Jennifer L. Knox
It's my new favorite site.
I haven't written in DAYS!
Jennifer L. Knox
It's my new favorite site.
I haven't written in DAYS!
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Farewell my sweets!
I've taken a new job. It's very exciting, but it's very bittersweet. I will miss working for Martha Stewart and the gang...Farewell! I've worked with one of my favorite publishers in the world and a wonderful team. Any job that can support you through two books and even come to the readings is pretty amazing. Thanks guys. I'll miss you!
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