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June 19, 2009
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I've seen the book cover Luke Ramsey drew for the upcoming Broken Chair Essays Book, and it rules so hard guys. I'm really excited to show it off in the next couple weeks. There'll be a website I think and you can go and preorder it there.
Unlike my poetry books this one's not a DIY effort, it's being published by Loose Teeth Press way over in Vancouver. I'm pretty excited to be apart of the same publishing group as peeps like Joey Comeau, Emily Horne, John Campbell and Zach VandeZande.
Anyway, more info to come.
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June 9, 2009
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Arms up, parting trees, we're looking for something. An end maybe, or maybe the beginning. Of what, we're not sure.
Trees give way to short bushes and in turn they're finally broken by a long, never ending strip of black pavement. It stretches on straight and solid all the way to the horizon, a place you can never be, only move toward, or write about.
So we walk along it, not knowing where it will take us, or how far is far enough.
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May 26, 2009
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 There is a new Hayden record today. Which automatically makes it a pretty great day. Even if you're driving down the street and your front passenger side tire blows out and it causes you to swerve, and you panic and cut the wheel wicked hard and it makes you flip over into a ditch full of bees and spikes and boogers.
At least when you get home there will be new Hayden songs to listen to.
I guess you'd have to not die from that accident though.
The record is good.
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May 25, 2009
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How is your summer going? Is it nice and beautiful? Are you enjoying the out-of-doors? are you spending lots of time in your dooryard? I sure am. Is it hot where you are? It sort of is here except that "hot" here isn't really hot at all. It's more like, "nice but kind of chilly." I guess that comes with living ocean side.
Still working on the new book, and coming to an "almost done" milestone. I'm looking forward to being able to update the actual site again. Should be rad.
ok sweet.
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May 5, 2009
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Sea Street for a Second
The sun isn't doing us any favours
on this cold November Thursday.
I’m sitting on my front porch
watching the ocean be itself.
Enough on that though.
The ocean has stolen the show one too many times
and I am not prepared to grant it
yet more poetic audience.
My neighbour is preparing her yard for winter,
and we watch her, me and the ocean.
We think it a thankless task,
but she finds the joy in it anyway,
and we're quiet about that for a while.
This is a day so quiet and still
that I am tempted to see the beauty in everything.
I remember you once asked me if being beautiful was
all it was cracked up to be,
and I laughed, telling you I honestly wouldn't know.
My other neighbour, across the street,
is indoors having sex with identical triplets.
He knows their names but not which is which
and I suspect that while having sex with triplets,
getting names sorted out might not be the priority.
I think this street is a perfect street
and I imagine a movie director, walking down the side walk.
He stops, seeing the same things I do, and decides to make a movie here.
I say that I’ve been expecting him
and would he like some hot chocolate,
and don't mind the ocean.
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