tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27690360554975394482024-03-05T01:28:38.114-08:00Jubilated RainLacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-17943537888533524202009-09-10T13:26:00.000-07:002009-09-10T13:37:44.760-07:00Local Bands From Dublin 2009<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vkl-OvJsmZY&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vkl-OvJsmZY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object> <br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n2IS7JfbjkQ&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed 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href="http://westwindreview.blogspot.com/">West Wind Review Release Party/Evening of Flarf/Emergent Forms Reading Series presents Mel Nichols and Rod Smith</a><br /><br /><br /><br />Dust Bowl Avengers' (Nichole Hermance and Shawn Newman) first laundry room show May 2009 <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TMM0h4W_jkI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TMM0h4W_jkI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> <br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLWTpXAGO4Q&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLWTpXAGO4Q&hl=en&fs=1" 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how I learned to love sports poetry and stop worrying about the Mayans<strong>The Elements</strong> <br /><br />Deeply I practice the closeness of hairbands.<br />I saw Jesus and he had a lightsaber and<br />I thought he was pretty so I became a<br />lightning bolt talking as a chicken, becoming<br />a villain. <br /><br />We fucked in an odd structure made<br />of bodies, covering ourselves in <br />expensive lattes and intestines. <br /><br />I pulled him up over my nose to<br />inflate his bag.<br /><br />There was no smoking allowed<br />inside of him. <br /><br /><strong>Stowage</strong> <br /><br />This has to go dusty if there<br />are two women at least there<br />is diarrhea a cover that<br />is all books the texture of<br />rain on window of plane. <br /><br />Perhaps it is windy an ally <br />following sharp metal that turns<br />and throws around the weight of a <br />continent and of ink.<br /><br />It was a dog we road a heavy place<br />distilled by what your family is carrying<br />you to and at what level. <br /><br /><strong>Shore/Despair/Beautiful Dark </strong><br /><br />When it is effecting you, the<br />stars not the cross become<br />mechanical getting away with <br />a scratchy throat hooding itself<br />a pleasurable exhaustion<br />with no ending words.<br /><br />It's as though they picked<br />up as two making little by<br />little not a surprise but a <br />craving dirt taste <br />needing of a throat. <br /><br /><strong>to "Aryan"</strong> <br /><br />The city found itself with many<br />others whispering "pussy pussy<br />pussy lettuce lettuce lettuce<br />pussy pussy pussy lettuce <br />lettuce lettuce" with all the<br />prophets becoming<br />mayors, picking up the<br />tasks, not giving a damn about<br />the environment because they<br />are also Koalas walking<br />down the street like Santa. <br /><br />Somewhere in the night we<br />picked up whaling but found<br />ourselves dragging monkeys<br />through fire smelling like<br />glue looking for lampposts<br />to hump and rooms to jerk off in. <br /><br />In terms of mammals we<br />chose to ride dolphins. <br /><br />Biting teeth is hard to you now <br />saying hello in more ways<br />than French.Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-22598144063032696752009-02-15T22:13:00.000-08:002009-02-15T22:17:04.758-08:00Spooky Boyfriend #3<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0pxS_tX0rcqlHjIuhp6SqtcrJBhL8J0AMByuAbiTbLMrjXqNpF40ETDAq_kSaxL_A06dPVcw6xB9rSxoLHkHrqwZPgUR193pUkb7mpJfKj86OC1R3-Vf0PvpslwD0gPb1uo0o0XfWcA/s1600-h/sb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 247px;" 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIYxHST5plY06mImqPi-IDv9C6f1hLqPbL0KgZ7Jy_-amlMuezvDDxEo9hyLnitioY2BnKaa5SIQ1pcFNf7VDSR4AEOIUjrzh1njdP1y3Rk6wL1QeAQUfva66p4t6OEjFPtRSFv8cXHg/s1600-h/wildwst.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIYxHST5plY06mImqPi-IDv9C6f1hLqPbL0KgZ7Jy_-amlMuezvDDxEo9hyLnitioY2BnKaa5SIQ1pcFNf7VDSR4AEOIUjrzh1njdP1y3Rk6wL1QeAQUfva66p4t6OEjFPtRSFv8cXHg/s400/wildwst.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300884020881491618" /></a> <br /><br /><a href="http://westwindreview.blogspot.com/">West Wind Review</a> embodies the essence of the cowboys making love to cyclops mermaids in chicken coops while three-legged dogs watch through the holes in the walls. Every now and then, the dogs put their tails through the holes with the hope of receiving some contact. As you can see, it is quickly becoming one of the world's sexiest magazines. <br /><br />WWR will have a table at AWP. We will also have a lovely display of <a href="http://abrahamlincolnmagazine.blogspot.com/">Abraham Lincoln </a>#3, <a href="http://pinchpinchpress.blogspot.com/">Barnaby Jones</a> and Lana Turner. Stop by, it's where the party's at!Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-63922386116697547732009-02-08T19:17:00.001-08:002009-02-08T19:28:23.736-08:00Go Team<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0u462rAE8E989pnGY53pRH-h4bQrZxK0RDa7oHy8OhcQ1uWnIOel8TdzwHMmt1Fo9pS4a8FT9_ELLqKTEepl1nrEhXArJ_R72s2jGqC_I1XKs-I6KIiBGhmHDSu7SGIu2mZP-Pr6uAg/s1600-h/go_team_venture.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0u462rAE8E989pnGY53pRH-h4bQrZxK0RDa7oHy8OhcQ1uWnIOel8TdzwHMmt1Fo9pS4a8FT9_ELLqKTEepl1nrEhXArJ_R72s2jGqC_I1XKs-I6KIiBGhmHDSu7SGIu2mZP-Pr6uAg/s400/go_team_venture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300634230955358866" /></a><br /><a href="http://pinchpinchpress.blogspot.com/">Barnaby Jones</a>, edited by <a href="http://alobster.blogspot.com/">Jess</a> and <a href="http://pandapandapandaalex.blogspot.com/">Alex</a> is advertised at <a href="http://presspresspress.blogspot.com/2009/01/pinch-pinch-press-barnaby-jones-1.html">Press Press Press</a>, along with some other really cool small press journals.Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-64899719085609711422009-01-24T18:30:00.000-08:002009-01-24T21:01:41.135-08:007 Thingsspecifically for but not limited to <a href="http://nosingingatthetable.blogspot.com/2009/01/7-things.html">The Niffer</a>, <a href="http://lunchtimeforbears.blogspot.com/2009/01/7-things.html">Bryan</a> and <a href="http://journalismblues.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged-7-hobbits-of-hairy-effulgent.html">Willie</a> <br /><br />1. I use to be a tan cowboy with boobies. <br /><br />2. I don't need no Romeo, I'm my own loving one man show. <br /><br />3. I would like to dream less about Disney action figures and more about people like Warren Beatty or 50 Cent. <br /><br />4. I would like to flatter more people with my juices. <br /><br />5. My mom said I am "made of bread." <br /><br />6. I am trying to eat less meat despite by disdain for farrots.<br /><br />7. I would like to include the following in my poetry more often: <br />Clouds, cherries, magic like a gypsy [repeat], fear, disappearing forces, sister dragonfly, shadows, secrets that spit in your face, love & trust & a piranha, some months, ohhhweewowweewow's, purple men, behind walls/space, things people are seeking, the phrase "what about me" written in such a way that people understand how high-pitched it should sound, brave eagles, things that move slowly towards the center, perfect moments, silence or lack of, windows [searching for], wise answers, things that haunt the people of India, seeds and genetic profit, food, the idea that we all have human rights because we all have seeds and the cycle of this because it's a fuckin' human right, and food-making ovaries.Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-73239326114196266512009-01-16T15:28:00.000-08:002009-01-20T21:44:58.166-08:00West Wind Review<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYVnuUuT3RNZ4uDYDnuJmXYc_bVTkNsKBUB51xuARxc6NvXROyBu-yiN0J9IjQoYtp8xvU19X5QH-kvCRkNIZ00YraIPrFG6F3KL3K7bWbkUV4yB7cPaB6XumuDp2gZf7yjyHoOiQsAA/s1600-h/wwrcovernew.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYVnuUuT3RNZ4uDYDnuJmXYc_bVTkNsKBUB51xuARxc6NvXROyBu-yiN0J9IjQoYtp8xvU19X5QH-kvCRkNIZ00YraIPrFG6F3KL3K7bWbkUV4yB7cPaB6XumuDp2gZf7yjyHoOiQsAA/s400/wwrcovernew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292838392033439794" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Coming Soon: West Wind Review 2009<br /><br />Featuring<br /><br />David Watson<br />Catherine Meng<br />Grzegorz Wróblewski<br />Eddie Watkins<br />Ryan Fitzpatrick<br />Elisabeth Workman<br />Kathleen Rooney & Elisa Gabbert<br />Drew Gardner<br />Andrew Felsinger<br />Carol Guess<br />Jen Hofer<br />Brandon Brown<br />Stan Apps<br />Shane Allison<br />Nico Vassilakis<br />Noah Eli Gordon<br />Joshua Marie Wilkinson<br />Kaia Sand<br />Brandon Shimoda<br />Meg Hurtado<br />Alli Warren<br />William Knight<br />Dawn Sueoka<br />Lanny Quarles<br />Michael Magee<br />Sandra Simonds<br />Jennifer Knox<br />Gary Sullivan<br />Rhoads Stevens<br />Kevin Killian <br /><br /><a href="http://westwindreview.blogspot.com/">Check us out!</a>Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-29327804208364773102009-01-12T18:26:00.000-08:002009-01-12T18:28:02.721-08:00WCW on Rain FadeRain Fade published the three <a href="http://www.rain-fade.com/poetry/68-3-poems-from-lacey-hunter.html">William Carlos Williams poems </a>I have so far. Check them out.Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-59307862968312029532009-01-07T19:40:00.000-08:002009-01-07T19:56:03.694-08:00for Elisabeth Workman<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhT1c0aSGCDmffOjtGiW9tO9bHeguz4IaKDXDZA4Ycz4k_Q4lzLF59SJia56SIhl22gZ2XKaUoJmGpuwdNeMoe26wjM_wpSfzNC9PhxTO9IbQDVo9hvf4V3K90Y6oE4Q8UcRf-6jJvQ/s1600-h/mermaid.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhT1c0aSGCDmffOjtGiW9tO9bHeguz4IaKDXDZA4Ycz4k_Q4lzLF59SJia56SIhl22gZ2XKaUoJmGpuwdNeMoe26wjM_wpSfzNC9PhxTO9IbQDVo9hvf4V3K90Y6oE4Q8UcRf-6jJvQ/s400/mermaid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288764800779553698" /></a><br />Above photo is from the cross-country road trip I took this summer. This fine mermaid was a former Olympic gold medalist for the United States synchronized swim team. She now swims in a tank in Las Vegas for fifteen minutes every hour or so. <br /><br /><strong>Lactating Mermaid Apocalypse</strong> <br /><br /><em>title phrase by Elisabeth</em> <br /><br />Alice, you're a lactating hippy who<br />spends too much time on youtube.<br />You look like the lovechild of<br />Obama and Celine Dion but<br />with a twisted lip and no<br />nipples. <br />Oh god, now you're. . .<br />Alice, use your shirt to clean<br />it up. . .<br />Well yes I know I'm inside you<br />right now but do you have to<br />keep talking about the transnational<br />apocalypse and The Little Mermaid II?<br />I know you want children but can't <br />you wait until I'm not <em>inside</em><br />you anymore?<br /><br />And just to set the record straight,<br />you did not "draw me into <br />swirling waters with your<br />swamp of pleasure."<br />I met you at Starbucks. <br />You said something about cows<br />to the barista.<br />I said I had a nightmare<br />about the apocalypse and<br />flying wooden cows.<br />You said "the Four Horsemen<br />of the Apocalypse ride towards<br />me on the storm"<br />You said "in an ideal world,<br />everyone lactates, even babies."<br />I didn't yet know<br />that you<br />were <br />serious.Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-45952455729014136172009-01-06T19:12:00.000-08:002009-01-06T19:14:56.534-08:00The Lower Half : )Linh Dinh stole a poem of mine and posted it <a href="http://lowerhalf.blogspot.com/2009/01/masturbatory-insanity.html">here</a>.Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-27062842969899973592009-01-05T22:28:00.000-08:002009-01-05T22:37:52.427-08:00for Nichole Hermance<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd8SWYiWE6e5LwOyhPhF2rAw-B0E0Y8i6dY7UW8rHxV-8vbP1L17_C11u-HzC-_ipdIbKvhsc8R_1MzK_5vCVLZIZsOuOpkaN3eGfwmzvozEYdHkdMCgU9zs0QFZU9IYZAn_Z4fxT8uw/s1600-h/bm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd8SWYiWE6e5LwOyhPhF2rAw-B0E0Y8i6dY7UW8rHxV-8vbP1L17_C11u-HzC-_ipdIbKvhsc8R_1MzK_5vCVLZIZsOuOpkaN3eGfwmzvozEYdHkdMCgU9zs0QFZU9IYZAn_Z4fxT8uw/s400/bm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288065613199065586" /></a><br /><strong>Equator Guinea OR <br />The Mental Hygiene Movement</strong> <br /> <br />It is not like the 80's again. She sings "open" with the sound of Connecticut breasts. Was poetry named after Poe? I mean like did the word not exist before him or did he get picked on at school because he wrote with a name like Poe, so closely related to poetry. <br />(careful analysis) <br />poempoetpoetry <br />poempoetpoetry <br />poempoetypoetry <br />poetpoetrypooooem <br />poememmpoEMTpoetrytrypoe <br />pooemtrypoopoeTry <br /> <br />I believe that it is children who will once again save the world from strippers who are spotting. I heard you can get pregnant from rolling around on someone. If I continue rubbing mint between my teeth will they turn to pickles? Do horses curve and push real good? I wish they never came here with those holes. There is a tribal headache in my left forearm. Dear Buffalo, I will not eat you, nor will I pretend like the universe is anywhere but in your eyes.Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-90339902258975027502009-01-04T18:50:00.000-08:002009-01-04T18:52:46.747-08:00Breathe when she breathes<a href="http://media.sas.upenn.edu/pennsound/authors/Notley/KWH11-6-06/Notley-Alice_10_Grave-of-Light_UPenn_11-6-06.mp3">Alice Notley reading "Grave of Light"</a>Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-19317896457245095752009-01-04T15:17:00.000-08:002009-01-04T16:15:16.861-08:00for Alma Rosa Alvarez<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigCMrDiejPnS-JTS7_lUgLNeEaRXY_xUQk_bcIyngGKs-ttlQLkNrwrz1dX7P0CAprRIz8u_O-QdVh1CJWcDfDZ6phi1kA6q0YSAUaEthk8VHhoiw-E2QaSfMUxo_DwsozZok_z0gA6w/s1600-h/harlem+rose.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigCMrDiejPnS-JTS7_lUgLNeEaRXY_xUQk_bcIyngGKs-ttlQLkNrwrz1dX7P0CAprRIz8u_O-QdVh1CJWcDfDZ6phi1kA6q0YSAUaEthk8VHhoiw-E2QaSfMUxo_DwsozZok_z0gA6w/s400/harlem+rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287584884520173922" /></a><br /><strong>I Crafted This Light Out of Center</strong> <br /><br />On average the Gods hold roughly,<br />ourselves, such binging folklore,<br />Such humble whining limbs<br />Strong at sunrise to cluster speech. . .<br />He'd duet nothing<br />We come in tenths<br />Breeding deer<br />Playing an iron-like honor song-<br />For Harlem had hands of a great flattening. <br /><br />Original formatting taken from Jean Toomer's "Storm Ending" in <em>Cane</em>Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-78624127914956207482009-01-04T14:02:00.000-08:002009-01-04T14:17:27.212-08:00for Jimmy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Ro0UYeD4Ze8jAyCptbqGsQAiCJTrXftH9C_sAPJOQoY-8FXNKpxqpuUzaTJ8nIrR_DFvMF0QGClmCk-8O8NWs3DDsswNBZ3nN6pAkajCZ12b55DcKj0sB4vUbUV_mxzOJStLRB6n_Q/s1600-h/burning+man+sunrise.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Ro0UYeD4Ze8jAyCptbqGsQAiCJTrXftH9C_sAPJOQoY-8FXNKpxqpuUzaTJ8nIrR_DFvMF0QGClmCk-8O8NWs3DDsswNBZ3nN6pAkajCZ12b55DcKj0sB4vUbUV_mxzOJStLRB6n_Q/s400/burning+man+sunrise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287566181747722642" /></a><br /><strong>I'm a Snowman I'm a Jelly Embryo</strong> <br /><br />My bones My slowness to approach<br />owls My war against the millions of<br />jars My belly has won jewels <br />It is now December I am warm <br />in the way of banjos not the<br />way of laws<br />Rows upon rows of us now<br />counting through hallways a<br />different form of waltzing as <br />some say "scissoring" Oddly enough<br />we walk through We buy a burger We<br />comment on the echoing of <br />Australia or the Cape<br />It is now the coastline with<br />free boxes of overalls and <br />bird's nests<br />The consistency is more<br />like Kenneth Goldsmith not dust<br />This is another eye seeing thing<br />Another one oh well she can<br />fly<br />she can make Jesus in her<br />pants<br />Not like just on Sundays We<br />are now sailing<br />eating cheese off strippers<br />Your mother was a motorcycle<br />That much we know<br />It is now Monday The piano<br />is well The kids are well<br />The lawn mower drowns out<br />the sounds of lovers in a <br />bathtub My arms are for <br />drying so what are you doing<br />up in that tree<br />"Come on body let's go party"<br />It is now a New Year<br />I broke my arm<br />It is now yesterday Someone<br />invented nouns to invent green<br />and blue to filter out the<br />difference between the Beatles<br />and pop music<br />But who's going to shave me<br />There's no soul in the liverLacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-40817984843062052382009-01-04T12:37:00.000-08:002009-01-04T20:57:14.922-08:00Poem<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSHLBWWwUOCGFPtbsYV0wje0xk3HGNEqOpEK0vsR-zEC2dR8NCJGliCFJTNgFcRRkpHS2QqMRB5R6T_KSxyXGr_2IPKxT69wWWmHkNwS_sC-80w7MqMRNX-3IxyiCP3noFlI5OSoiSQ/s1600-h/willie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUSHLBWWwUOCGFPtbsYV0wje0xk3HGNEqOpEK0vsR-zEC2dR8NCJGliCFJTNgFcRRkpHS2QqMRB5R6T_KSxyXGr_2IPKxT69wWWmHkNwS_sC-80w7MqMRNX-3IxyiCP3noFlI5OSoiSQ/s400/willie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287669208442905154" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh87P2fhcJs53XOfiKafaBz88T_HbsMeziL3yq5u2MnXEEXTsTTplZyl7kRWjyDCACdGkg2eh2xLD-ngYgB_t8oU-kXXZd5uyB-OUeNqUlKItGgEK5TduH63xrvEYJekZohfqlOa8XnrA/s1600-h/Jess'+27th+Birthday+Party+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh87P2fhcJs53XOfiKafaBz88T_HbsMeziL3yq5u2MnXEEXTsTTplZyl7kRWjyDCACdGkg2eh2xLD-ngYgB_t8oU-kXXZd5uyB-OUeNqUlKItGgEK5TduH63xrvEYJekZohfqlOa8XnrA/s400/Jess'+27th+Birthday+Party+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287541434582793618" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd6hQzF01sf7dh7E4sw-aNQGGV3wVY8gqqzhrlzD6zA6kw8DoB_g8O95CFlodqnTJkkuqOUWJbcG9RJcsjWy0mCXAhXngI5Sh-tTDFjw5SjZk8LLogApeZOQxhbQQrON7cCyuB_0_BFQ/s1600-h/Jess'+27th+Birthday+Party+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd6hQzF01sf7dh7E4sw-aNQGGV3wVY8gqqzhrlzD6zA6kw8DoB_g8O95CFlodqnTJkkuqOUWJbcG9RJcsjWy0mCXAhXngI5Sh-tTDFjw5SjZk8LLogApeZOQxhbQQrON7cCyuB_0_BFQ/s400/Jess'+27th+Birthday+Party+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287541197083226914" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-gcp-z9hg5Zj5JK40Qv25nTw4WNJXHqhTQ4Gb1WIt_yrNK9xqOhMiTXg0NizC6rH99GPKrL6uu2e2FdDnZf98AsSFpl2MzTEoa_SOb3e0l4WX5XVHyBxCRaC4Zb2nt_twFKRKWPDnmQ/s1600-h/Jess'+27th+Birthday+Party+037.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-gcp-z9hg5Zj5JK40Qv25nTw4WNJXHqhTQ4Gb1WIt_yrNK9xqOhMiTXg0NizC6rH99GPKrL6uu2e2FdDnZf98AsSFpl2MzTEoa_SOb3e0l4WX5XVHyBxCRaC4Zb2nt_twFKRKWPDnmQ/s400/Jess'+27th+Birthday+Party+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287540823644002994" /></a> <br /><br /><br />New Year's Resolution: Convince everyone to move to San Francisco next year.Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-41527992451770951242009-01-03T18:41:00.001-08:002009-01-03T18:44:03.788-08:00New To The Writing Blog Scene<a href="http://persimmonpulp.blogspot.com/">Tara Rose Crist</a> <br /><br /><a href="http://joyousquotidian.blogspot.com/">Mark Butterfield</a>Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-71906962198573621502008-12-30T20:12:00.001-08:002008-12-30T20:23:29.883-08:00for Chauncey Kieley<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVmLrVGRDuo0sA5DapkctQG-ONlAGrBpWfOcTG844Ac2p2E4plUnKIeuAu9BC7zxPy7zYivaJqRpoyl-PrY6B-f3JI0pfUDNoyudDVa64L3tw_j1mQvra5PtnLSwtYR3nRmYqLqPJ5g/s1600-h/The+Glasses.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVmLrVGRDuo0sA5DapkctQG-ONlAGrBpWfOcTG844Ac2p2E4plUnKIeuAu9BC7zxPy7zYivaJqRpoyl-PrY6B-f3JI0pfUDNoyudDVa64L3tw_j1mQvra5PtnLSwtYR3nRmYqLqPJ5g/s400/The+Glasses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285805048012592402" /></a><br /><strong>It is not likely that you will see a chicken riding a unicycle</strong> <br /><br />It is not likely that there will be a tax increase for the wealthy or that computers will replace the need for stem cells. <br /><br />It is not likely that every Sunday morning Kansas City will turn into a great white horse or shed its bricks to live in the sea. <br /><br />It is likely that stockbrokers will receive pardons but it is not likely that they will ever win a round of Jeopardy. <br /><br />It is not likely that the radio business will cure yellow skin or that the Department of Security will send us a telegram for Christmas. <br /><br />It is not likely that Obama will be in the last season of <em>Lost</em>.Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-39852444790694072302008-12-30T19:42:00.000-08:002008-12-30T19:49:22.664-08:00for the Sisters<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwBxTQW_VSMQBIXSZW55R9vuSFUSu2vc_WO0P3kmLEpDiLkjT56sWrx6vnHvA8_Q0YnGyIh7h_4q-0FoPPIPVOTUOBjiNjFVGgEg7m_-Hu3tAO0pIRTKVeKLvLn-NdcTYPGVBpDCRsWg/s1600-h/babyshower.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwBxTQW_VSMQBIXSZW55R9vuSFUSu2vc_WO0P3kmLEpDiLkjT56sWrx6vnHvA8_Q0YnGyIh7h_4q-0FoPPIPVOTUOBjiNjFVGgEg7m_-Hu3tAO0pIRTKVeKLvLn-NdcTYPGVBpDCRsWg/s400/babyshower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285796165643505154" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeB72Totfwg6D3O18lvTAVhWWaX2ezmvIrtvcozEHFGhZhz4_b9S6j479xa9qeRwSnbLL1H3JvjkdwwOrBkrznO9GCuU7Blbs3oNEZuHF7_XEdWa61TqgRske-tV1TFPwdfznmx36GRQ/s1600-h/sisterhood.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeB72Totfwg6D3O18lvTAVhWWaX2ezmvIrtvcozEHFGhZhz4_b9S6j479xa9qeRwSnbLL1H3JvjkdwwOrBkrznO9GCuU7Blbs3oNEZuHF7_XEdWa61TqgRske-tV1TFPwdfznmx36GRQ/s400/sisterhood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285795842949543506" /></a><br /><strong>Shrub and Tits</strong><br /> <br />I remember becomi<strong>N</strong>g far too illegal <br />for eye<strong>L</strong>ashes. The dancing on knees and <br />your admiration for <strong>H</strong>orses. <br /> <br />I remember our noteboo<strong>K</strong>s were full of<br /><strong>A</strong>llergies; an attempt to inhale rain or<br />maybe the <strong>S</strong>tars and necking. <br /> <br />I remember <strong>A</strong>dmiring books they keep in<br />secure cases and channeling late ni<strong>G</strong>ht<br />ducks so as to love something with more syll<strong>A</strong>bles.<br /> <br />I remember urinating on your grandmother and the <strong>L</strong>iguidness<br />of st<strong>A</strong>rs after a bad date. You were<br />basil/roaring grea<strong>T</strong>ly. <br /> <br />I remember somers<strong>A</strong>ulting over the<br />paleness of dust and a grab<strong>B</strong>ing for<br /><strong>D</strong>ance partners who could withstand linen.<br /> <br />I remember the touch of sal<strong>M</strong>on:<br />the sham<strong>P</strong>oo you smoked: <br />You always <strong>C</strong>ould shine on the Pacific. <br /> <br />I remember falling into doug<strong>H</strong>.<br />We always <strong>R</strong>an without sneakers despite <br />t<strong>H</strong>e aliens and alligators that Yankee called to us. <br /> <br />We were <strong>N</strong>ever sharks but always <br />I remember we called to one another <br />as if we were haw<strong>K</strong>s. School officials<br /><strong>A</strong>sked us about our eyeballs;<br />we exp<strong>L</strong>ained it was our heavy <br />int<strong>A</strong>ke of beans and more dough.<br />It was never hor<strong>M</strong>onal. It was always<br />with a nasally laug<strong>H</strong> that we became faces.Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-56986027803990171672008-12-30T11:10:00.000-08:002008-12-30T11:26:27.292-08:00Check It OutLinh Dinh posted my poem for him on <a href="http://lowerhalf.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-to-second-life.html">The Lower Half</a> <br /><br />Also, Ron Silliman has a good critique of <em>Milk</em> <a href="http://ronsilliman.blogspot.com/search/label/Film">here</a>.Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-75183484965345493372008-12-29T22:36:00.000-08:002008-12-29T22:41:53.215-08:00for Mark Butterfield<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCvUd9ycsn_7V7ZKw7fobNl16_xk7L-s19SXfZEDIQT6Ck0p0_KH9a-c-j7PvtthKRAOsohWdCh_js_38c-zPPsU7i9ZZaUGByifWJTU1kujZYrYyMb2ty0FL-bBj5inxETA2b8UiqAw/s1600-h/End+of+Fall+Term+08+Party+030.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCvUd9ycsn_7V7ZKw7fobNl16_xk7L-s19SXfZEDIQT6Ck0p0_KH9a-c-j7PvtthKRAOsohWdCh_js_38c-zPPsU7i9ZZaUGByifWJTU1kujZYrYyMb2ty0FL-bBj5inxETA2b8UiqAw/s400/End+of+Fall+Term+08+Party+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285469678083880338" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Rifle</strong> <br /><br />Not such a melted bird, a tub an empty tub without a flute or the utterance of words in B-Flat. It is the brute on the drum who makes the farm the link and who makes the farm a kite. If the kite is them in B-Flat than why not the butt and why not the lumber that he milks. What of the marble the dirty utter that he claims as turf. <br /><br />Always again there is melting.Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-50802628160274789812008-12-29T22:12:00.000-08:002008-12-29T22:21:36.898-08:00for Willie Ziebell<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ITzdWfMCFYRG_zc3l1mxtvQnB1pGXblbqDNE-UPM4MDUrhHiL238OoiAx98lHWXBaUlqKS6O4qmIwN3bCRtumyZPun77dCn4L_oc2waiqalaQ2pJg5ZQFbSU1xzsuLutdbwaRwpw3Q/s1600-h/End+of+Fall+Term+08+Party+023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ITzdWfMCFYRG_zc3l1mxtvQnB1pGXblbqDNE-UPM4MDUrhHiL238OoiAx98lHWXBaUlqKS6O4qmIwN3bCRtumyZPun77dCn4L_oc2waiqalaQ2pJg5ZQFbSU1xzsuLutdbwaRwpw3Q/s400/End+of+Fall+Term+08+Party+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285464346223781506" /></a><br /><strong>Gaining Independence in 1981</strong> <br /><br />You are a former British colony. <br />At the ripe age of 14 you<br />became a dangerous river,<br />luring in International<br />Human Rights leaders and<br />transmitting sexual diseases.<br />They call you the "NGO Sex Slave." <br /><br />You were last seen swimming<br />with Caribbean reef fish and<br />the mutton snapper.Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-30740454022599046462008-12-29T21:59:00.000-08:002008-12-29T22:07:08.148-08:00for Bryan Coffelt<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD4c_KgSX56FZa1fPa5f350L6MzbYD8cmniMtiwHPTHbOvmZZ8z5TK7ZF9spj837XHL2YPVKmbPGImS6FrKJUphOtw_Mgenbpu6EDqXtJQSpyP8QAOZpt0HgEQMwEM9y4QnwHVfAPPXQ/s1600-h/Back+in+Ashland+036.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD4c_KgSX56FZa1fPa5f350L6MzbYD8cmniMtiwHPTHbOvmZZ8z5TK7ZF9spj837XHL2YPVKmbPGImS6FrKJUphOtw_Mgenbpu6EDqXtJQSpyP8QAOZpt0HgEQMwEM9y4QnwHVfAPPXQ/s400/Back+in+Ashland+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285460627038972466" /></a><br /><strong>Crafted Out of Bones</strong> <br /><br /><strong>Bone 1:</strong> <br />Bone is a substance made for decoration in France.<br />There is a fancy a contemporary feel about it- <br />a hand-crafted covering of a great reddish room. <br /><br /><strong>Bone 2:</strong><br />A structure; a launching into the building of a miniature city made out of recycled computer parts. <br /><br /><strong>Bone 3:</strong><br />The sticky fingers of a greaser nicknamed "Greasy Bear Brandon" all over the captain of the cheer squad. <br />The rush of stardom.<br />He was your grandson too.Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2769036055497539448.post-36116755866303739562008-12-29T21:12:00.001-08:002008-12-29T21:36:37.313-08:00for Linh Dinh<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTqT5HayKaJUitKCmY2Ca17qYa3JDMguHxSdAM_DxWZD2feFplQ24V-r0iPxIKIZEH_tRSM8mAgW9YTwVSjBvXNZKYB66W5KnrySA_b6dq4HIhbI0rDnJhOUz19wwVDZumvNF_9DHySA/s1600-h/unicornsextattoo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTqT5HayKaJUitKCmY2Ca17qYa3JDMguHxSdAM_DxWZD2feFplQ24V-r0iPxIKIZEH_tRSM8mAgW9YTwVSjBvXNZKYB66W5KnrySA_b6dq4HIhbI0rDnJhOUz19wwVDZumvNF_9DHySA/s400/unicornsextattoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285446705137247042" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Welcome to Second Life</strong> <br /><br />Life gets easier on the<br />second try. You'll discover<br />that sex with a regular horse is <em>ok</em>,<br />but sex with a unicorn is<br />OH YEAH! <br /><br />There's three-way penetrative<br />sex that will make you<br />practically vomit rainbows<br />OR the ever popular "tickle<br />my enchantment" game.<br /><br />But honestly, unicorns are rare<br />and we're in a recession. A few<br />days ago is not <em>right now</em>. <br />Start off with a unicorn vibrator<br />(bendy is the key).<br />In no time at all you'll be<br />lying on the beach<br />high on teenage sugar! <br /><br /><em>Your life is now vibrant <br />and eccentric.</em>Lacey Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16153102014263384712noreply@blogger.com2