Friday, September 9, 2011
flordacana summer 2011
Skipper's Smokehouse--dad on drums. Ruben Rey and the Undercover band. petrified gator foot on a stick as a back scratcher. dad tells Ciro to keep that thing away from him. it is bad juju, with all the time he spends on the little john boat in lakes looking for bass with scarred palates. at the bottom of those lakes, the skeletons of so many poodles. some of them named Phyliss. dad falls asleep in his blue plumpy chair and wakes with a start, saying, "You should've jumpd on that worm."
, where this blog lives now. because it can be read and posted to through that app, one-handed, on my back, by a body of water, or in the cool olive green light above my mattress. This is articulation my spine had not dreamed of before. Tweets by @thebodypoetik
My blog lived on Tumblr for a minute
because it is so much easier to access from my phone. fallinginrealtime.tumblr This is the feed. No, I don't like it. I can't add another virtual box. I'll make due with Twitter.