I still think of you
The fanatics who'd kill you
Still, fearless, you dance.
Undated Poem (edited today; written in a notebook kept between 1997 and 2001)
Each night the blue jars
are set out at sundown
and they rattle, filled with prayer
Requiem For a Friendship
You were a very funny dude
in your way
But I never forgave you
for taking my Dad's pen
all that weed
and the attention
People are joking on Twitter but really am curious as to whether some folks will re-visit old Ello accounts out of pique toward new Twitter changes.
Even when I don't post for weeks on end, I keep signing in to Ello. It still works for me, just saying.
I am writing a book. I emailed my address to my editor's assistant today so they can mail me the contract.
I can't believe it, either. I've had a little tape in...