these old bones can't stand the rain

here comes another cold front and nearly every bone in my body wants to fucking scream. good times.

welcome to the 13th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm shining a little light on Jay Passer. i've been reading Jay for a few years now. he's a really good poet that you should be reading as well. here are some links to find some of his work:
http://youronephonecall.wordpress.com/2015/04/13/i-sit-up-nights-hunted-by-jay-passer/
http://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/archives/jay-passer-311/
http://www.redfez.net/poetry/1478
http://www.nailedmagazine.com/poetry/poet-jay-passer-san-francisco-ca/
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5764644.Jay_Passer

also in poetry news, i sent off 5 poems to Bold Monkey today. when i hear back from George on my submission, i'll pass along the verdict.

the New York Yankees exploded last night for a 14-4 win over Boston. that certainly wasn't expected. it was nice to see them actually start stringing some hits together for a change. they play again tonight in Baltimore. hopefully they have some offense left.

the Sunday night shows were pretty good last night. Nurse Jackie was good. i think they set up the final season pretty good last night. Silicon Valley was fucking hilarious. Veep was very funny. Last Week Tonight was brilliant as always. enjoy:

tonight on the DVR will be The Voice and Gotham, which is finally back with some new episodes. i'll also record Men in Blazers as i'm watching Monday Night Raw.

i did watch ROH yesterday. yet another brilliant episode.

i can feel the cold front getting closer. yet another sign i'm dying slowly.

i need to vacuum the house here soon. i guess i should do that before the storm comes.

hope everyone had a great weekend. or at the very least, better than mine.

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Red Wanting Blue - Little America
Primus - Pork Soda
The Black Crowes - amorica.
John Prine - John Prine
Kendrick Lamar - good kid, m.A.A.d. city

"Poetry is what we do to break bread with the dead." Seamus Heaney

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