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I've been working on — not exactly a book pitch — but an accumulation of ideas for a potential book. One of the things that I've had to do during that process is an audience analysis.

Like, who are you people and what do you come to my writing for?

I wrote down some of my own...

My Superman underwear were red, naturally. (I'll get back to that.) 

This morning, I taught a poetry class for Harlingen High School, small town Texas, and let the students know that fame is overrated (not that I've ever been famous, but... I'll get back to that).

The point was: coming up,...

They say that those who can’t do, teach, 
which I interpret as denigrating.
But yesterday, over a cup of coffee,
Bradley (the student) asked me (the sage)
how to extract something out of a blank page, and
I told him that I didn’t know, but that the goal
(which I have heard from...

Four days ago
I set my alarm for 6:30am
because I knew that sunrise would happen
at 6:46am, and
I decided that I would like
to watch it curl its fingers
over the edge of the mountains.

It had been a while.

When my alarm went off,
I hit snooze (the way you do) —
the way I used to hang up on my shift...

It is 8:19pm. I am sitting at my desk
beneath the west-facing window.
There is not enough sunlight in this house,
so I take advantage of afternoons now that,
after six years in a cave,
I cut my standing desk —
made of 12x8s in Bodo’s workshop
four years before a blood clot cut him down...