Hello! Here’s the third chapbook in my series, YOU vs ME. There’s only 1 left to release!
Coming soon: YOU vs ME part 4: BEHIND.
Thanks for reading!
I’m on day 4 of my writing/music career. It’s a silly thing to say, yes. What I mean is, last Friday was my last day of going to work. At a job. I decided to quit because I really wanted to give myself a chance to make things work in my creative career.
Let me give you a rundown on how quitting my job to focus on creative endeavors works:
If my parents did not let me stay with them, I’d likely be working some low-wage job that drains most of my energy. I’d be coming home from work and flipping on the TV or plugging in the GameCube. And every month I’d be giving more than half my income to some apartment I don’t even like. So basically, my parents are awesome.
Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to talk about my plans for the coming months.
If you have any recommendations for grants/competitions/artist residencies/etc. please let me know in the comments!
In the next few days, I’ll write about my goals for 2018. For now, back to work!
See you soon,
Of the many poems I wrote yesterday for NaNoWriMo, this one was my favorite.
I hit 30,000 words a few days ago. Hopefully on this long weekend I can catch up!
is the Oscars on a blowup bed,
my dog saying No to the desert mountain,
mystery mariachi slipping over a wall,
drinking beer at the movies
dining at a hot Mexican restaurant and the check
insisting that friendship is expensive.
Tempe is the place where you find out
you are hotdish and your friends are sushi.
I almost did not find you because of the sunset.
That fucker took my eyes like a beak to marbles
and the visor in the car? I slapped my face with it.
Knocked the wraparound sunglasses clean off
in a rush to see the road again
but the sun spat “look at me, you ignorant swine”
and I was like, “Amarillo?”
Grandma’s yellow raincoat makes me eerie
like a liquor woman undercover
like the man who waves back follow the leader.
I want to hear the ocean boom from the belfry,
a sonorous bell singing nine p.m.
The town fell dark before I arrived
so I forgot to fear the men
this city gave me
new air, wet tires
My hometown shadow scales the tower
I play the old game, follow the leader.
The belfry plays nine thirty.
I’ve been on the road for two weeks without doing laundry anywhere but the sink.
I brought a white flowy tunic specifically for Arizona.
Now the cuffs are tan in Denver.
my laptop clicks when it opens and I wince because I’ll need a new one,
but I gave my money to the waiters in Tempe.
I’m drinking Folgers in a borrowed mug,
thinking about Minnesota.