Category: Personal

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

I’m still awake when I should damn well be in bed. It’s a rare opportunity that I can go to sleep before 11pm and I let it slip, anxious about this war we’ve finally begun. The bombs have started to fall – a target of opportunity, apparently – and from here on out, the world

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Selected Squares of Concrete

SELECTED SQUARES OF CONCRETE. That’s the name of my new chapbook that I just finished putting together last night. I’m going to release it at Acentos on Tuesday if I can get it turned around quick enough. “But, Guy…” you’re probably saying, “You’ve written one new poem in three years! How in the world do

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

The snow is blowing wildly across the gray, depressed skyline as I’m looking north – I think! – from my office on the 25th floor. Mind you, I’m in a cubicle but our section sits next to a huge ceiling-to-floor window. I’ve started bringing in some things to personalize my space. Not the playroom again

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

I’m a Dwarf?

Lord of the Rings Personality Test: http://www.hobbitlore.com/personality/index.php You are most like: The Dwarves As the halls of Moria show, Dwarves like building and inventing. Curiosity is one of your strong points as it allows you to think of better ways to acheive goals. You may try to outwit the system if you get bored or

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Back on the job

Well, being back to work is certainly making it hard to get to this journal! Readjusting – AGAIN! – has been rough and it didn’t help that I stayed out so late on Monday night after the show. We ended a bit late as it was but afterwards, Jerry Quickley was in town for the

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

A Curatorial Rant

Back when I was single and just starting out on the poetry scene, I quickly learned one rule of thumb: no matter how attractive, never introduce yourself to a poet until AFTER you’ve heard them read. There’s nothing more awkward than the moment they finish their poem, you realize they’re absolutely terrible – or, even

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

I got the job!

[Doing my Dora the Explorer dance now… “We did it!”]

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Got a job?

“Third time’s a charm,” is how the saying goes. I hope so since I had my third interview in seven days this afternoon! It was a final interview with the one person in the department I hadn’t met yet and it’s apparently come down to me and one other person. Relatively confident in the interviews

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Westside Rhyme

What Shawn Randall and Karen Rockower pull off every Sunday with Westside Rhyme is nothing short of inspirational! I had the privilege of being one of their features at the Bowery Poetry Club last night – my second reading since I’ve been back – and had the most fun I’ve had outside of Monday nights

Me, in a green "Freed Between the Lines." hoodie.

Charging the choir for a sermon

Call me cynical – you wouldn’t be the first! – but I’ve got some issues with this Lincoln Center Anti-War reading next Monday. And no, it’s got nothing to do with it being ON a Monday. I’ve encouraged people to check it out and even sent it out to our mailing list. It was actually

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