Service

The American service industry rightfully gets a lot of grief: low pay, discrimination galore, and physical labor without any of the prestige found in other nations. However, for writers and other artists, service industry work can be something of a godsend. Not only are the schedules much more forgiving and even flexible (other workers can often… Continue reading Service

Franny Choi

This poem rips and tears. A must-read. To the Man Who Shouted “I Like Pork Fried Rice” at Me on the Street by Franny Choi : Poetry Magazine. Glad Poetry magazine is printing some interesting work. I cancelled my subscription last year because everything they printed was garbage.

Scoop

So too bad I'm not ambidextrous because my scooping hand is the same as my writing hand and yowza I'm going to need to build up some tougher tendons for 8 hours of continuous scooping. In the meantime, I'll start typing my journal I guess.

Day #12

Inheritance after Cassandra de Alba Slivers of soap marking years like tree rings fused into a pillar; a collection of clown figurines glowering over the duct-taped couch; glass, marble, and plastic eggs embossed with Florida and Eloise; jars caked in ancient dust, a coffee can rattling baby teeth, yellowed newspapers barking the end of the… Continue reading Day #12