The Dredge Cycle

For later contemplation

I Get the News Bin Laden's Dead

Also, moments after depart­ing the stage, Trevor Byrne-​​​​Smith meets me behind the cur­tain and says, “Your set was great, man, but I’m always going to remem­ber it as the back­drop to hear­ing Bin Laden is dead.” Frankly, I’m get­ting tired of these world-​​​​class ass­holes upstaging me.

Thank you, Denver

I’m not a per­former. I enjoy the spot­light as any self-​​respecting Leo, but I think of myself as a poet, try­ing to do my poems the best ser­vice I can. So it’s a funny thing, real­iz­ing I miss performing.

Featuring at the Merc tonight!

Atten­tion Den­ver poetry peeps: I’m fea­tur­ing at the Merc Café tonight. Show starts around 7:00, I think, and the slam around 8. I’ll be sell­ing my last copies of Fresh­wa­ter Dredge, so if you want one, or won­der if you might, come out, hear the goods, and get yours.

The Auspicious Road Home, Day 1-2

I hate pub­licly avail­able, lengthy, self-​​involved trav­el­ogues. If you need to remem­ber your adven­ture that badly, keep a pri­vate jour­nal. The next few weeks, I promise to stick only to the com­pelling or the pro­found. Let’s call this trav­el­ogue On the Path of the Gods.

Farewell, My Lovely Burque

Today, after a party whose rawkus­ness was rivaled only by the cleanup effort that fol­lowed it, I left Albu­querque for six months. Tonight: Santa Fe; tomor­row and the week­end: Den­ver. I’m not sure there’s a word for how I feel about this, so maybe sev­eral will do.