Upcoming Reading!

Hi all, I'm reading at this on June 27th, so do come out!

June 2011 : SAN FRANCISCO, CA
4th SF BAY AREA MFA MIXER
June 27th, 7:00 pm, FREE
Bollyhood
3372 19th Street
San Francisco, CA 94110


Featuring work by: Meg Hurtado, Leonard Crosby, Lauren Peck, Marcelino Urioste, Matthew Gordan, Justin McElfresh, Kimberly Kim, Rey-Phillip G, Tulip Garden, Brenda Usher-Carpino

Presented by Conversations at the Wartime Cafe: http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/wartime/

Some lines from various blogs about people’s sex lives.  I heart the “anonymous” comment.

SATURDAY, APRIL 30, 2011

Notes from a Sex Therapist

To all things there is a beginning.  Unfortunately for me, 2011 did not start out with a bang.  My husband and I have a great relationship verbally, emotionally, sexually etc. 

and we have 11 children.

I have been asked often about "evidence" for effects of porn (both positive and negative).  Banana Republic boy and I never made it to the theater. We went to his car instead

I sometimes feel that I can't get enough. And of course, having sex 

with complete strangers doesn't always make me feel good.  

The holidays are generally thought of as a time for potential relapse '
of any addiction.

Never have sex with a friend of my husband.  Remember Goldilocks? She wandered around in the forest looking for someplace safe.

Anonymous said...

was it in your dirty apartment that I left my dignity at? I've been looking for it for weeks now!  10:11 AM

Some Flarf

A break from the usual cut-ups of blog posts. So today, a flarf poem:

Cicadas Shells

in its nymphal stage, slowly emerging

half-way outside of its own shell

placed on the tongues of deceased persons

to see a cicada shed its skin,

in all but one burrow

            with white, pale  blue, orange

chocolate brown eyes

thick on the ground

live underground as nymphs 

for most of their lives

            can be found on the trunks 

of trees;  veins

in the cicada’s wings

            fill up like heat

to collect them

can be found molting an inch:

deformed cicada

at Pine Crest Cemetery—

            two females

found fortuitously in vegetation

constructing an exit tunnel

From Blogs on Public Transportation

This one’s spliced together from blogs of people in various cities grouching out about their public transportation  (not that I can blame them).

WEDNESDAY, JULY 1, 2009

move, bitch.

Posted by - ____- at 11:06 AM

Hey, guess what? Rats on the Train, again.

Today I nearly lost my mind.  I swiped about 10 times...

I still couldn’t push though

and its simply just getting a lot of annoying.


But while riding the M...

Muni is your personal compost bin. We are all just the shit decaying in it.

People spill their coffee on you.
People hit you with their purses.

WHAT THE FUCK!?

Its been the the 3rd day in a row with a field trip load of kids filling the bus, 

I can tolerate quite a variety of less than ideal smells, or at least 

endure them while I get away. you probably know about #munifail

Walk around the world in this surreal cross section 

of the nether-regions and layers of a city, underground.