May 19, 2014

I will be lending my oratorial stylings to a fabulous bill
at HM157. Saturday night, May 24th, 9pm.
3110 N.Broadway, Lincoln Heights.
Also featuring the return of the Centimeters.
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April 22, 2014
The not-quite-yet-exhausted subject of love
will be celebrated and lamented by others
and myself at Beyond Baroque,
681 Venice Blvd, CA 90291. Saturday May 3rd, 8pm.

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April 22, 2014

Immerse yourself in sorrow, rake over pain.
Let the novelty of feeling something
wash through you in purifying waves
again and again. But kindness is unnerving,
tenderness hurts, and empathy
can be an excruciating form of martyrdom.
At the end of the day – when all is unsaid
and undone – you’re better off numb.
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April 5, 2014
If you feel up to celebrating National Poetry Month, I will be offering poetic solace and stimulation at the Redondo Beach Public Library. Monday April 14th, 6.30pm. 303 N.Pacific Coast Highway, Redondo Beach, CA 90277

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April 2, 2014
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March 23, 2014

Contact with anybody
who has produced work of quality
fills me with an air of thwarted yearning empathy,
an implausible sense of fraternity,
a melancholy sting. Regret and resentment
gnawing at me, eating me alive.
This is what you reap
when you haven’t sown anything.
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March 1, 2014

Where the Fourth Wall meets the Glass Ceiling.
I will be giving it a good seven minutes of my worst.
Monty Bar, 1222 W.7th street, LA. March 6th, 8pm.
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February 21, 2014

Between these three points of love
and sloth (mostly the latter),
I flounder. Resting, without laurels,
restlessly. Pausing between pauses,
to inventory this harvest of regret;
to consider from every angle of unease,
this permanent rut… to forever name remainless,
staring at a curtain.
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