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alice blue is back.

Sorry for any potential freakouts. But, I swear. We're not dead. We're alive, thriving, and moving forward. Look out for Issue 9.

xoxo

'09, here I come?

Ok... so, classes start on Tuesday and I don't wanna. Yep. I don't. Freaking. Wanna. For the first time since summer I'm reading things (a lot of things!) that I really like and am interested in. And what's more? Somehow, that finally got me being productive again. I mean, I was writing all last semester, too, but it's different. Here I'm motivated. It's like I can't freaking stop. And I keep starting new things, too, so it's not like I'm working on one thing... right now it's up to three. So I'd like to say thanks:

To my 3 weeks of brainless activity while home with my parents where I read the Twilight series which allowed me to then pursue things I really loved, and also offer thanks: my vocabulary did this to me; the films of Godard and Cocteau and Jarmusch; composers Satie and Debussy and Respighi; Barbara Guest; Jeanette Winterson; Sappho; Steve Martin.


I would also like to thank Tarpualin Sky for including me in their most recent issue, which you can purchase here:

I haven't blogged in a while. I know. Mostly, it was a combination of two things: 1) my growing weary of the narcissism. 2) Being ridiculously busy.

Perhaps I've made my peace with both, I don't know. Or perhaps, in the wasteland that is Boise, I find I just need a place to breath a little, separate from all the things I find myself buried in here.

Either way... here I be...

It's been a long, long semester. I took two classes, and an independent study (to run cold.drill and the related Mouth & Thistle reading series)...and I taught two classes, and I worked at The Cabin writing the grants and answering the phones. I've mostly given up on sleep, exercise, romance of any kind.

But I did write. Or, at least, for most of the semester until a particularly destructive encounter. I wrote an essay that I think I want to make into a book. I started the series that I hope to be my thesis. I stopped talking to people unless they were in a classroom or an office.

I go home for three weeks on Sunday and I've never been so excited for anything in my whole life, I don't think. I might actually read something for pleasure. I might actually get some writing, post-destruction, done. Maybe even blog again? Who knows...

And then I will return for chaos anew. All kinds of new, more difficult classes.

But hey... there's summer in some distant future, right? Then there's hawaiian shaved ice and cheap movie tuesday and so you think you can dance! God, what a beautiful dream!

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my poems at coconut (plus some effing hot work by other poets!)

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submit to cold-drill... i'm the poetry editor. woo!

I'm rocking editor-ship this year.

email submissions to: cold-drill@boisestate.edu

have "Poetry Submission" in the subject.

See: cold.drill.googlepages.com for the full submission guidelines.

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