Make Believe or Make Real

Life is like sitting around on a lazy rain filled sloppy Sunday afternoon talking about doing something, anything, while Charlie Parker is on the 'phone and your fingers are tap tapping on the rough edge of her photo.

Went to DiVerseCity, a poetry reading at la Negrita the other day.  Mostly self-absorbed one liners belting out out philosophies of guilt-stricken behaviors, but there was a really great prose reading by a guy who had just came back from Guatamela.  Part formal biopic, part ironic stream of consciousness, he mixed in drugs, incest, tequila and child slavery and running a Central American school into a pretty nice cocktail of dark laughs -- not much beyond the surface but a good story to tell over a couple of drinks.

In any case, Jess is gonna read her stuff in a couple of weeks.  For now, you can check out her poem at Shampoo Mag.