on the subject of grading and packing and goodbying to everyone and gathering presents and cleaning the house and reviewing the whole year:
(via this isn’t happiness)
also, another truth, brought to you by britt appleton:
and I’m going to see my family so soon!!!!!!
Poppa Dids aka P-Ditty Poppa aka JK aka my Daddio
(thanks to Sarah Schoenberg Katz, my sissy number 1, also known as SWISS MISS, for this photo)
Poem for Geoff
You have only just begun to love her
and therefore there is no way for you to know
how much I love her. I love her so ardently
that already I must and do love you. And not
because of anecdotes or the photo of your parted
hair, but because you loving her is a way to keep
my loving relevant, keep it safely and unwilted
in the air nearby her, air I can’t inhabit after moving
far away. I thank you and I thank you for keeping her
not in a jar but within a cloud of particles that love
her particles, within the air I see you breathing out,
visible as steam and towards her, no matter
what the weather calls itself that day.
For Eoin Cahill, with whom I have been friends for ten years, in honor of his birthday, the tooth of November.
The sideyard was better than ever before
The sideyard, according to a new neighbor-friend named Neil “felt like the 60s again.”
The sideyard had around 70 people attend which is record-breaking for the sideyard
The sideyard had a tiki torch
The sideyard had such good loud music that the police came
The sideyard thanks “Tendrils,” the new house band, who will perform acoustically from here on out so that we don’t get evicted
According to a girl I met, the sideyard was “the most fun event I’ve ever been to.” EVER!
Neighbor and friend Jed said about the sideyard, “Don’t ever let me miss this again.”
The sideyard offered free wine and decaffeinated coffee
The morning after the sideyard I had both a real hangover as well as a happiness hangover
Thank you to everyone who came to the sideyard
Thank you to everyone who let themselves enjoy something so analog
Thank you to everyone for coming out to hear poetry; we poets need you, we poets are you, we are all poets
(photos by misha marston johnson)
sarah katz can has cheezeburger!!!!!!!!!
(for the reference, click here)
All my love & healing-thoughts en route to Columbia Presbyterian–
We all need all our organs
We all need Samantha Jane
(chillin’ at EMPIRE SEAFOOD CORP, August 2011) (BROOKLYN, NY)