Fire on the Fire Escape

Since I'm a Twittering poet (though I never Tweet about poetry, poets, or the self-centered and mundane world of poets) I was invited to submit a poem to OCHO Magazine for their special Poets Who Twitter issue due out next month. They will be publishing my poem The Empire Love Letter which is actually one of my favorite poems that I drafted first on this blog two years ago so I am elated it has found a home (it will also be in my book).

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Quite frankly I think it's a cool idea to do a special Twittering poets issue (kudos Didi and Collin) because I think it's capturing a moment/movement at the start of a new craze that involves writing. Even though I often threaten to divorce the online media or more often take my day or two long hiatus from it, Facebook, the dying MySpace, Twitter — it has its pro's and con's and for me right now as I continue to establish myself and teach myself it's currently more pro for me. I spend more time on this blog, however, than I do on Facebook/MySpace/and Twitter combined. It does help that I can Tweet/Twat from my mobile and sometimes but not as often update my Facebook status line from my mobile as well. I see Facebook more as a way of keeping in touch and Twitter more as a way of getting in touch. However, these websites and their functions & purposes (or lackthereof) work for some and not for others. I see both sides of the argument. I'm still trying to figure out though when enough is enough and when too much of my life, or lackthereof, is online. This blog is getting ready to be thrown into an ugly court battle thanks in part to me just being me and having the right to be me, so this question of "when is enough enough" has been weighing on my mind A LOT lately.

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Pornstars & poetry. Ha ha Rebecca Loudon nailed that one on the head.

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How was your Memorial Day Weekend? Strange weather here in southwestern Ohio but this is nothing new. I spent the weekend, for the most part, trying to figure things out and work things out and plan new paths. I didn't get to see any of the three movies I wanted to see and I didn't get to go to the Taste of Cincinnati even though I really wanted to and even though it always sucks.

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SGW bought a new grill yesterday and cooked on it tonight on his fire escape (pictured). I tore the husk off of corncobs. Although somewhere I read they're actually called silks. We also stuck an air conditioner in his bedroom window because it gets hotasfuck in his room. I went to the grocery store at 2am at some point this weekend and all the employees were outside smoking but not talking to each other but all staring at me because I do dress different than the rednecks out here and because I did park in the handicap space (I always do this when I shop after 12am) but then right when I was heading into the automatic saint peter door one of them broke their silence and greeted me (he had a pony tail) so I greeted him back while updating my Twitter on my mobile then they all stomped on their cancersticks and proceeded to return to their post inside the 3rd shift store where I bought [REMOVED] and a bag of FAMILY-sized Doritos™ Cool Ranch™ and a pack of Chips Ahoy! Cookies™ even though I'm allergic to chocolate.