(``) I just got news that Raymond Hammond, that keen-sighted visionary & editor of the New York Quarterly, has accepted two of my poems for publication. I also have poems coming out in Slipstream, Main Street Rag & I think I'm in the latest print edition of Underground Voices...
These are all great mags (with great, hard-working editors) and I feel truly honored to be in them.
(#) My Boozehound story's coming along pretty nicely, but I wasted two of my days off being hungover... so I haven't gotten too far. Here's some Chianti-sopped maxims & scribblings in the meantime.
*the soul refines itself through suffering
(happiness therefore is
mostly counter-productive...
in the eyes of any god)
*every family is cursed
*it's easier to make sense than poetry
*only the living dead fear death
*our thoughts are organic
little dying creatures
*perhaps is only a so-called soul
*genius is mostly subaquatic
*most people are only as smart as they can feel
(and as dumb as they do know)
*courage fumbles lovingly death's trouserfly
*all that is earthly is a lie
*exceptions matter more than the rule
*a pastor is a portojuan with wings
*cellphone's defunct
