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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details.

weights and measures

the greatest measure
of her pain

was that sole eyelash
that fell
from her face
as she wiped away tears
disbelieving
what she was seeing

but the scale tipped
back in her favor
when she closed her eyes tight
and turned away
from them

she was a whole year lighter
by the time
she reached the door


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Feature in the offing…

I’ll be in Park Slope, Brooklyn, at Words of Wisdom/the Spoken Words Cafe on Sept. 28.

I’ll be featuring with Barbara Newsome and Patrick Rosal. (Info, anyone? Patrick Rosal’s work I think I know, but Barbara Newsome is unfamiliar to me.)

Details to follow…


candlelight vigil tonight

for Cindy Sheehan. Organized by drgeorge.

In my little hometown of Uxbridge…right on the town common.

Skip said he’d be happy with 10 attendees.

55 showed up.

Yeah.


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hey —

I’ll be in Chicago on Sept. 19 and 20th. What’s going on? Not necessarily looking for features, but definitely want to see something at the least.

Of course, if a feature pops up, I ain’t opposed.


Acoma

The most sacred place I’ve ever been
is a dirt floored
mission church
in Acoma, New Mexico.

The men who built it in 1709
carried the logs for the roof
for thirty five miles on their shoulders
and never let one of them touch the ground.

I am not
the only one
who cries
upon hearing this.

The churchyard and its audience of
blacktipped crosses
look into the doorway
from the August heat,

into the church that has only
three windows
and still holds more light
than all of the valley beyond.

I have been here before.
I have been here since the first time I came.
I may have been here before that.
I am surely here, now.

The pillars of the altar are red and white, like me.
The guide tells us that there’s no conflict here
between Christ and the corn.
I am beginning to believe…

so however I may speak
of God tomorrow,
I am kneeling under the cross
on this solid earth tonight.


Query:

Did anyone see my sunglasses? I think I left them somewhere in ABQ.


Guiltily pickpocketed from _antipathy_

Go to Google, do a search of “[your name] is” – it has to be in quotes – and pick out your top 10 from the listings:

Tony Brown is a National Headliner
Tony Brown is one of the greatest unsung poets of our day
Tony Brown is an ass kisser and a snake in the grass
Tony Brown is expected to make a full recovery from head injuries
Tony Brown pulls no punches
Tony Brown is a poet, publisher, columnist and the host of the Poets’ Asylum
Tony Brown is a Professor of Paleoanthropology
Tony Brown is a Black man (his preferred term)
Tony Brown has his studio at Atkinson House…Liverpool
Tony Brown is the visiting Lecturer

I was struck by how many were actually about me.

Your turn.

ETA: I went and just did “Tony is.” I’ll spare you a long list, but this was too good to skip…

“Tony is a Llama, sometimes called a Yama. Tony has a Llama’s body…Tony is
a cool and laid back Llama, but he is also a very smart Llama…”


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I have to get out of here.

Job.

Massachusetts.

Everything else.

I need to move to New Mexico. I’ve known that for fifteen years; I know it more than ever now.

Have to.


back

from nationals.

gonna dive into schoolwork this week. read my friends list for people who will be doing far more updating than I will.

won’t be around much.

very sad to be back home.

love you all.


nps, day 1

as always, every time i’m in NM i try to figure out why i’m not living here.

i’ve heard some really excellent poetry. yay.

drinking is a recreational sport, and i’m out of practice.

overall, incredibly well run.

good to see everyone.

onward into the next debauch!


was out doing last minute shopping and errands all night.

the load out is happening; the volume’s decreasing on here…

safe journeys to all; I’ll see you on wednesday.


I just heard Minor Threat’s “Straight Edge.”

Ah, memories. The first time I ever heard that song I was tweaked on meth.