Monday, May 19, 2008

"the tolls i take r running me out"

I'm not sure what that drunk text message that is my title meant in the first place, but I think I agree with it. Here's a new poem. As always critiques are welcome.


The Confessions of a Yard Sale

They may tell you that they are moving soon
and there's simply no room
for that nice, near-new loveseat
in their place in the city.

But that's where Gary the Guinea Pig
got stuck and starved last spring,
and they just can't stand
how much Gary stinks on a hot day.

(They aren't moving at all.)
You can have the loveseat for $50.



If you are a reader of this blog still in Towson, Grub Street (Towson University's literary magazine) is out now, with my poem "Classroom Map" published in it. You can find it almost anywhere on campus, or so I hear. The whole magazine is really really good. My favorite poem is about zombies who wish they could be more normal, but aren't sorry for eating our brains. I don't know why...

There's something so amazing about having your name in print alongside something that you are proud of. I'm not a great writer, but I'm pretty good and I enjoy it. And I know I have heard something about a blind squirrel before...

I'm moving to Grantham close to permanently starting in the next week or two. This is an exciting time!

Love to you all,
Charlie

3 comments:

Tiffany said...

around this weekend? come see us at Artsfest!

http://thesycamorehouse.blogspot.com/2008/05/used-book-sale.html

Sign_on_the_dotted_line said...

So very random of me. New to the blogging world. You just seem like a very interesting person. Wise beyond your years. I was reading through some of your blogs, which hey could be considered borderline stalker? Yes,no, maybe so? I love your poems. They flow very easily.

I'm not trying to write a chapter on your blog. You just seemed like a very interesting person. I can tell you're searching for something. Something new and different yet something familiar and comforting. I hope you do find it. Just go with the flow like your poems. Don't let anyone break your spirit. Be patient. Whatever it is, you'll find it. And when you have it don't let go.

nadia said...

i really miss you.

another blog update soon?