Some of my music.

When I’m not writing or standing on a stage somewhere saying things into a microphone, I’m often sitting around my house playing guitar, banjo or dobro. Or, recently, mandolin. If I land on an idea that holds my interest for a minute or so, I do a quick field recording of it. Sometimes my music winds up playing in the background of the podcast. Sometimes nobody hears what I record. Until now. I plucked and strummed all the instruments on these ditties, for better or worse.

If you enjoy what you heard here, feel free to share it. If you’d like to use any of my music for some kind of collaborative project, please let me know.

Some of my music.

It’s poetry season.

January/February LCJ

The January/February 2013 issue of Lake Country Journal, a beautiful magazine published up in Brainerd, Minnesota, includes one of my many new winter poems, “Holding the Ladder.” It’s not available for reading online and the mag’s regional, so here’s the poem, slightly revised. Because I never know when to leave well enough alone.

Holding the Ladder 

My crazy coot neighbor has climbed up on his roof again
wearing an old pair of hockey skates
to kick loose ice dams.

He’s swearing and stomping around
like a plaid madman. I’m as quiet as the snow.

My wife ordered me outside an hour ago,
saying, “For Christ’s sake,
drag him down — or at least break his fall.”

That wasn’t all, but I’d heard enough.

It’s poetry season.

“Eyes and Ears” — a story.

This story, titled “Eyes and Ears,” was written for the Talking Image Connection reading series, in response to FLO(WE){U}R, a performative ceramics manufacturing project created by Amber Ginsburg and Joe Madrigal for exhibition at The Soap Factory. This was my third or fourth TIC series appearance.

The video starts halfway through my story’s opening paragraph: “The withered little woman called herself Mother Earth, but there was absolutely nothing hippie muffin about her. She reeked mostly of the cigarette smoke that had yellowed her long, tangled hair and what few teeth had not yet rotted out of her mouth.
The tall bourbons she tossed back like tap water sharpened the bit of an edge on her breath, too.”

“Eyes and Ears” — a story.

Recent and upcoming sightings.

It was recently brought to my attention by absolutely nobody that I’d not updated my site since mid-January. I have my reason: I’ve been busy. Writing, performing, podcasting, etc.

Don’t believe me? Here’s a pic of me teeing up an old story I performed at the Just Vote No Show at the BLB a while back. This charity gig had to happen because cowardly statehouse haunters are asking Minnesotans to vote to amend the state constitution to discriminate against gays. Which is ridiculous.

Happy, loving couples of every orientation deserve insufferable in-laws.

The above photo’s by Emma Freeman Photography, a talent with a taste for photographing gay weddings. Hint, hint, Minnesota.

The January, February and March editions of You Are Hear, the monthly literary podcast I host for mnartists.org, are available for download at the links above and on something the kids call iTunes. (Extraordinary poets Paula Cisweski and Todd Boss will be featured in April.)

Upcoming gigs include comedy at the MIA (for Third Thursday, April 19) and a new story at the Soap Factory (for a Talking Image Connection reading, May 12). Then I prep for the 2012 MN Fringe. So see you around.

Recent and upcoming sightings.