as we part

I leave next week for my six week poetry tour with the Incredible Kisspulpers. I haven’t been away from Oklahoma that long since I was 16. I will miss you and the way you say things like, it might could and I tell you what. I will miss your dustbowl grin and your
wide as wings streets. I hope to meet some fine folks along the way. Some folks that tell stories at least half as buttery as yours. I will bring back some sea shells and some evergreen needles. I will kiss your face when I return.

I will do three shows before I leave:

1) Dustbowl Art Market {Campus Corner, Norman} : 10-6 on Saturday August 29 I will be at Angela Chase’s booth if you would like a copy of the new book or cd.

2) Paralogia Lounge {Bricktown, OKC}: 8pm August 30
Sunset Sundays w/ band and food


3) WordPulp, {Queen of Sheba,OKC}: 8pm Sept. 3rd
Spence Brown and the Dudes, poetry slam, Ethiopian food


Please come out and give me a good luck Oklahoma squeeze before I hit the road!

Event Record

7am: In my dream we made love. I woke all twitchy like I had just stolen money from my moms purse.

8am: Looked at Vintage fashion blogs. Wondered why so many of the girls buy their clothes at Urban outfitters. I like brown buttons.

9am: Thought of your elbows. Contemplated moving to Finland to explore my Finnish ancestry. Taped ladders to my hands. Metaphorically.

10am: Ate toast. Wished I hadn’t. Glad I had. Read the paper.

11am: Thought of your neck and the place where it meets your chin. Felt a bit cumulonimbus. Like I might pour out at any moment.

12pm: Made my grateful list:
I am grateful for the lightening and the rolly polly I found in the window seal.
I am grateful for old clothes and brown buttons.
I am grateful for staplers.