faux pas/fox paw

i dreamed i was holding a severed starfish in my palm. i welled compassion.

i am diseased. i know this because i do not recall swallowing any knives, syringes, bees, or matches. i have taken to writing any of the twenty standard magic 8-ball responses on post-it notes and attaching them to my throat.

reply hazy, try again.

today i am happily devouring the failure six and prose. poems. other good things in the queue/mail/future:

one hour of television - kristina born
mockery of a cat - lily hoang
i am richard simmons - ben tanzer
boots walking in america found a trophy - krammer abrahams
museum of fucked - david peak
when the cats razzed the chickens - mel bosworth

mel is awesome. you can see him lend his awesome vocal cords to some words i wrote here. you should subscribe to his awesome project. and order this now. it will stave off senility and baldness and give you x-ray vision.

and bedouin books just released howie good's ghosts of breath.
it is beautiful and smells of clean band-aids and the adhesive lick part of envelopes. i once mistook someone for the adhesive lick part of envelopes. it happens.


  1. you're such a rockstar, sousa. i love it. thank you for your goodness(es).

  2. Big digging "Rio" ever since Robot Mel... Bosworth. Congrats...

  3. you both rock my worldview. let's extend our glasses and toast over colorado.