These are many copies of Eric Baus' latest chapbook, "Bee-Stung Aviary" (further adventures). Everyone of them are ready for you.

This is how you can order one. This is how you can order another one.

And this is how you can use Eric Baus' latest chapbook, "Bee-Stung Aviary," to remove an actual bee-sting:

These are all handy things to know, I think.

I read tonight. Then this happened. I don't know for sure what that means, but it looks like my little pamphlet might be next.

I'm drinking Hamm's and watching WWE. What does that say about me? Probably something weird.

Have you ever Nick Flynn? Apparently I did once...and then forgot. He was in town last week reading from a memoir and I had little interest; then I grabbed an old anthology (American Poetry: The Next Generation) and realized that 10 years ago I wrote, what I assume, is a real shitty paper about his 10 year old poems and I got real bummed that I skipped his reading.

According to Jim Galvin his IWW story works like this: he was student a in the non-fiction program and was having a shit time...then he applied to the poetry IWW program based on a few lyric prose pieces and got in. SO, he was accepted here as a poet...having really written no poetry before (but how different is that from so many others). That said, ten years ago, I was totally in love with his poems, and now, I'm totally in love with his poems.

This might be my favorite:

Emptying Town
after Provincetown

Each fall this town empties, leaving me
drained, standing on the dock, waving
bye bye, the white handerkerchief
stuck in my throat. You know the way Jesus

rips open his shirt
to show us his heart, all flaming & thorny,
the way he points to it. I'm afraid
the way I miss you

will be this obvious. I have

a friend who everyone warns me
is dangerous, he hides
bloody images of Jesus around my house

for me to find when I come home--Jesus
behind the cupboard door, Jesus tucked

into the mirror. He wants to save me

but we disagree from what. My version of Hell
is someone ripping open his
shirt & saying,

look what I did for you.

I think that's pretty rad, don't you?

I know this has become my standard excuse for not blogging, but we've been without internet...again. And once again, there was nothing I could do because it wasn't my internet. But no more! I'm officially a due-paying member of the internet society.

Anyway, I'm reading tonight (TONIGHT!) as part of the Anthology series here in Iowa City. The whole thing starts at 7pm and will be housed in the Foxhead (402 East Market). You should come, but leave the kids...it's gonna get real.

People of the City:

So Winter Keeps Happening. My Feet Are Frozen. I Have Lost My Mittens. What Are We Going To Do About The Olympics, Rather, Why Aren't We Better Ice Skaters. Who Will Help Me Find My Coat. I Have No Legs. Your Hair is Pretty But I Can't Go On. Children Need Apples The Way A Wall Needs Wallpaper. The Store Is Closed And So Far Away. So We Have To Keep Going And We Will Keep Going We Will Keep Going All The Way To Friday, When You Will Be Wooed And Undone By:

Danthology

Sandra Allen
Callie Garnett
Emmalee Hunnicutt
Lisa Leaverton
BJ Love
Andrea Rosenberg
Colby Somerville
Kayla Soyer-Stein

Friday 2/19 7 pm Foxhead

Of course, I have a shit-ton more to tell you, but no time right now...

Lots of neat things happened today. This is just a few of them.

This is me reading. Or maybe fishing. Either way it sounds like this:



I think it's definitely fishing.

Thank you, Joe Fassler. Not only for letting me fish on your show, but for letting me re-fish a few days later.