Elysium
It has already been said. The "nearest room" may be almost 3000 miles away, but it is real.
I hate waiting. It turns me inside out.
Monday, September 24, 2007
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- the podcast for this week
- The Gods come down to play
- goin all Bob Dylan, part II
- goin all Bob Dylan on ya
- poetic fragment
- in your darkness I rest
- E.J. has the news
- shed my skin
- thirty two feet per second (per second)
- 'Missing You' cycle
- a fiery and fierce season
- Alice's Restaurant Redux
- I am a rock...
- on to the cult and the nakedness!!
- Elysium
- CD Release Party
- yes, I know
- the long-ass podcast
- a tip of the beret to Michael Reid and Allen Shamblin
- back to work
- E.J. proposes a scenario
- fragment, inspired
- endangered species: poems about panthers
- E.J. gets noticed
- The Return of the Prodigal Sidekick
- do not feed or annoy the poet
- poetry as a social drug
- the Island of the Sweet Siren
- immunity
- a vague sense of discomfort
- the wire
- a day job
- Huerta rising
- Saturday morning and all is...normal...
- revised, revised, revised schedule
- just a ramblin' guy
- Let's ask Odin
- Track breakdown on the CD
- the romantique and the muse
- the tracklist for Amomancer
- and the CD title is...
- the origin of a song
- Henry, you knew it long before I
- patience of a saint?
- Chapter One
- despair
- September 10th
- Huerta
- the Blogthings personality test
- awakened...not yet
- Saturday and the sun is rising soon
- echoes
- the complex
- September 24. And being compared on FaceBook.
- scheduling the podcast
- considering next week's podcast
- facing the truth about Iraq
- Enchante is up!
- evolution of a poet
- Jesus Wept
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