age: 24 (Apr 10, 1988)
MEMBER SINCE: June 2008
occupation: Unemployed / Poet / Game Designer
i lost my virginity: In Red Deer, Alberta.
into: Slam poetry, asking questions, Joss Whedon, story games, cooking, nonviolent communication.
makes me sad: Systemic violence.
makes me happy: Mint. Basil. Paprika. Green peppercorn. Freshly ground cumin. Roast garlic. Fresh turmeric. Beets. Zucchini. Chevre. Water crackers.
heroes: Magpie Ulysses, the unReal poets, Zaccheus Jackson, Irvine Welsh, William S. Burroughs, Hunter S. Thompson, Tom Waits, Richard Terfry.
A poem: Slicked
He traced Bermuda against backsides
smiled from the corners
slicked his marks and
left them commenting on his good upbringing.
He blew into town one day
out the next
lookin' to settle down
post-next. trick.
He traced Bermuda against backsides.
lost all of his maps
in ditches.
We pieced it like a puzzle
the curlicues, misplaced signatures
- the dollhouse
He was 14 blocks full speed
When our wallets were declared missing.
But it wasn't all bad.
No, not in the least.
He traced Bermuda against backsides
smiled from the corners
slicked his marks and
left them commenting on his good upbringing.
He blew into town one day
out the next
lookin' to settle down
post-next. trick.
He traced Bermuda against backsides.
lost all of his maps
in ditches.
We pieced it like a puzzle
the curlicues, misplaced signatures
- the dollhouse
He was 14 blocks full speed
When our wallets were declared missing.
But it wasn't all bad.
No, not in the least.
JULY 2011
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