My New Favorite Graffiti

Under the Spell

While I was walking around the gym I noticed that the guys lifting weights were all staring at the same tv.

I looked at the tv they were watching, it was playing Magician Secrets Revealed.

I chuckled, and they all looked sheepish and went back to lifting weights.

I am not mentioning his name on purpose

Years ago, I went to a workshop led by a famous poet who was mean (without being helpful)to his students. Recently, I told Kris about the poet, and got out an old magazine where he appeared on the cover. I wanted to show Kris what the poet looked like.

A couple days later, I noticed one of my cats threw up on the cover, right on the poet's face.

The Author Must Be Spying on Me

Today's Questionable Content comic is about me.

What to Read Next

I love the time when I am finished a book, and I decide what I'm going to read next. I feel like I am picking out a present for myself.

I always have one poetry book and one prose book that I'm reading at any given time. Right now I'm reading Atwood's The Blind Assassin (love it so far), and I just picked out Hoagland's Donkey Gospel.

Valerie Loveland, Poet

The guy at the copy shop said that Poet was the weirdest profession he has ever printed on a business card.

The Homestead

I went to Emily Dickinson's house yesterday with Kris and my poet friend Joanie. We saw both houses: The Homestead, where Emily lived, and The Evergreens, where her brother Austin and his wife lived. A lot of Austin's house had original furniture and art and one of the rooms hadn't been touched since the 1800's (Gilbert's room was kept exactly as he left it when he died when he was a child in 1883). I loved seeing the houses and it really made me think of Emily Dickinson more as a person instead of just made of poetry or a recluse hidden away.

Last night I dreamed I lived in the two houses, with their pianos, and dark wallpaper; creaking up the stairs and keeping Gilbert's room shut.



Kris and I in front of Emily's house, The Homestead.