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Monthly Archives: June 2009

Last I checked with God, He said…

Read “Why I Up And Left In the Middle of a Sermon and Drove Out to Sit By a Lake” by Peg Duthie.

Somewhere behind him a girl was very audibly giving away the plot to a Taylor Caldwell novel. The girl’s voice was Southern, but not swampy and not blue-grass and not even particularly drawly. It sounded to Rudford very much like a Tennessee voice.

Read “Blue Melody” by J. D. Salinger.

Riddle Fence

I just got my contributor’s copy of the Winter 2009 issue of Riddle Fence: A Journal of Arts & Culture. It’s pretty fantastic! Besides my totally genius poem, it also contains work by Carmine Starnino, Ken Babstock and Zachariah Wells.

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Live sound and video from a new eagle nest in Victoria/Sidney. (via/via my friend Anne’s twitter)

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In a friends-locked livejournal entry from a year ago, I wrote: “I just figured out what it is I like about Barack Obama. He reminds me of Trudeau. I’m not talking about politics at all. I don’t think Obama is going to bring an October Crisis to America (oh, wait! we’ve already got one!) or […]

The moon rabbit cares nothing for sleep.

The first issue of Rat’s Ass Review is up; alert readers will notice that I designed the website (I have nothing to do with editorial decisions, despite what you might think from the very first poem referencing rabbits).

Insert your favourite octomom joke here.

The English language supposedly reached a million words on June 10th, 2009 at 10:22 am (Stratford-on-Avon Time) (via). I think this is kind of a ridiculous idea – words can’t be counted, for one thing, and “Web 2.0” has been around for like a decade, for another (and also contains two numerals despite the site’s […]

You confided once that you fuck your pillow.

Read “Might” by Sarah Pape.

We’ve arrived.

Spent the past week moving to Nashville, Tennessee, in a car for three days and then unpacking. Alan found us a nice 5-bedroom house near Berry Hill, which we’ll be sharing with our friend Jason (who we lived with in Murfreesboro last summer and autumn, and know we get on with at close quarters) and […]

Tick-tock, seven o’clock, time to get up!

Read “August 2026: There Will Come Soft Rains” by Ray Bradbury.