The Future is Wow

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Do not fear!  Our glutes will save us!

The Big Oil Crisis

If you think oil-spill pollution problems are bad in America, and its many fine-dining establishments, then you should read about how frighteningly bad these pollution problems are elsewhere, namely Russia.  Trust me; most of you, even a lot of you Russian people (thanks for Tolstoy, by the way, and that birthmark guy, and those dolls inside of dolls inside of dolls), have no idea just how bad things are.  

But yay! -- the world can't rightfully blame America the most for this one.  But, I mean, not yay, because it's bad for, like, everybody -- especially Russians.  Yes, I know the Kardashians and those Jersey Shore creatures are still our fault.  Sorry, world.   

http://www.boston.com/business/articles/2011/12/17/ap_enterprise_russia_oil_spills_wreak_devastation/

In The 2River View

http://www.2river.org/

The above link will take you to a little on-line quarterly called The 2River View.  Don't worry -- there's no porn or anything; just poems and some photography.  A poem of mine is in the Winter 2012 issue, which is available now.  You can also actually hear me read the poem; and, while you're listening (if you do), you might note that I had a cold and that, whenever there's a long pause, that was probably when I turned my face away from the phone to take a breath.  Breathing is fun.

Merry Space Hospital

If you want your space filled with love, then what the devil are you waiting for?

The Tree of Life

I'm only a little ways in, but I can tell you this: The Tree of Life is more than just a beautifully imagistic exploration of "why" I should like to comfort Jessica Chastain; it is also a beautifully imagistic exploration of why the universe should like to comfort her.  

What is this fascination we all have with eating caramelized steak fat?

Poetry Submission Curse

Hey, when a little literary mag requests that you call in a reading of your poem by way of a voice-mail message, try not to flub a line and shout "Aw, shit!" just before you hang up.  Luckily, in my case, the editor had a sense of humor.