i wrote part of a story about northampton ma

And Reynard Seifert was gracious enough to publish it on his new site HAHACLEVER. The story is part of a bulbous mystery project. HAHACLEVER seems on the ball, in that sort of lying-on-your-belly-on-a-giant-exercise-ball-and-rocking-whimsically-back-and-forth way, which is a good way.

Read my story here. It's called "Oh Hi I Was Just About To Find You."

Right now it's raining. Strange what one person calls rain and somebody else might call a good time. I have a lot of work to do. Post office and computer huddle. There's things that need to get said, things about mosquito fogging, OkCupid, haunted gameshows, neon suspenders, and busted pumpkins. Really excited about buying yams. Vaguely excited, I mean. Like there is a room in my brain for yam excitement that I haven't put a couch in yet. Maybe you would like to read this ode to friendship by Kenneth Koch:

To Friendship
--Kenneth Koch

Puberty was the Norman Conquest
By the language of love I thought you’d be suppressed
But you hung in there. You’ve stayed with me for sixty years.
You prevented nights lonely
To the point of desperation. You embarked on projects.
You took trips. You bravely quarreled, made up, and sat down again.
You saved a third person. You went into a ditch. You examined causes.
You started magazines and ate turkeys. You went to the clinic. You gave advice
Endlessly, the tag-end of gossip. You discussed violence, money, and vulnerability.
Egotism was one of your major topics. You left a third one standing on a bridge
By your overabsorption in yourself. You familiarized with France.
A glass wall covered with blue and white ribbons made you laugh. You sent home for wives,
Husbands, brothers, sisters, and girlfriends. You felt you were the best.
You delivered encomiums. I have images of you moseying down sidewalks
And images of you boisterous and drunk. Sunlight admired you
And so did travel and evening. You gave sleeping a rest, by conducting seminars
On variations of yourself until almost dawn.
You are consoling about age and approaching extinction. You keep out of bed and leap from apartments
But are caught in a net. The traffic kicks you
Into high gear. You live criticism of life. You quiet the motion
Of barricades rising. You’ve lasted, in these ways,
Longer than love, which you haven’t supplanted.


take me like a sparkler? more like take me like a fire hazard

The not-actually-from-Britain-and-still-amazingly-lovely-and-nice Ani Smith interviewed me for Writers' Bloc. Read the interview here.

I had a good time with this interview because Ani asked sockjaw questions that made me want to say a lot. Feel like she made want to make interviews my "main genre." She asked questions that were kind of like crescent wrenches if crescent wrenches could hit slice backhands. This got me to say things about Oroville and aesthetics I have never said. Good work, Ani. I recorded a very Oroville-based song for her, which you can listen to by visiting the interview. Also, look at this nice thing she said about MC Oroville's Answering Machine:

MC Oroville’s Answering Machine, made me homesick, an unexpected yet welcome side effect for an American expat. MC O, set in Oroville, California, will show you the wild, lesser known side of America - a side that I obviously favor - through a cast of funny (in both the ‘ha ha’ and ‘queer’ senses) characters who illustrate the unlikely things people choose to care about, the wacky, beautiful and cruel things we do to each other, and the simultaneously amazing and mundane ways we pass the time.

Damn, yo. Thanks for the interview, Ani! Unrelated but hopefully a bonus: here are two videos of my band The Cinnamon Urns playing at Ari and Sara's house in Northampton. Hello Moldova! There are more too. I recommend the Gabe Durham-led Intervention cover and Ari Feld's "Redwing Blackbird".