octopi

Posted: June 13th, 2010 | Tags: | No Comments »

my parents and sister just left town, they were here for the weekend. we had a great great great time, and i felt a little weepy as they were leaving. what makes me sad anymore? people leaving. people getting older. fragility. failure. people doing sweet things. those are the things that get me choked up.

i had this blog post saved as a draft from june 2:

whoa whoa whoa, life is exploding. where’s the poetry for the moment when everything is going bananas and your heart is racing and your cheeks are warm and EVERYTHING IS EXPLODING? i’m not kidding. thrumming. i feel like everything in my life is converging.

that was only…1.5 weeks ago. i don’t feel like that anymore. instead i feel like an octopus with all my tentacles floating around me and my big (small) eyes getting weepy.

but exciting news for the mainstream short fiction new yorker nerds among us: i was just on the new yorker web site, trying to find this poem, and saw that the 20 under 40 issue of the new yorker is out.



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