August 2011
21 posts
In the fall of 2009, The Disquieted Few, a small arts collective based out of Chicago, put together a gallery show based on the poems in The Man Suit. It was one of the most rewarding experiences I’ve had yet as a poet. And I just recently found this video online.
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Groceries in transport feel like such private things. Today, I spilled my bag off my bike into the street. Everyone was just looking at my bananas, etc, and it all became so personal. My chips and salsa looked so ashamed there. A few blocks later, I watched a woman with blue hair kind of slowly fall off her stilts and start crying. I offered her a dirty apple.
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