Friday, October 31, 2025
Thursday, October 30, 2025
Wednesday, October 29, 2025
When Good Writing isn't ENOUGH
I just deleted an email with that phrase.
Good writing is never enough.
If good writing were enough I'd be living in my dream mansion in Todos Santos right now.
Swimming naked in my pool with purple lights.
Sleeping in my immaculate cloud bed.
Waking up to green tea on the patio.
You have to know Elizabeth Gilbert and Oprah and Drew Barrymore.
Do you have a podcast? Bueno.
Do you have a table at AWP? Cool.
Is your daddy a professor at Berkeley?
Girl. You are on FIRE.
Tuesday, October 28, 2025
Friday, October 24, 2025
Thursday, October 23, 2025
Wednesday, October 22, 2025
Tuesday, October 21, 2025
Sunday, October 19, 2025
BUY SUPER CHERRY EXTRA
It's about damn time. My latest and possibly last poetry collection is now available at Amazon. I have several copies you can purchase directly from me. I'll be selling this book and the debut cassette with the same title in Toledo, Ohio next month.
Friday, October 17, 2025
Thursday, October 16, 2025
Wednesday, October 15, 2025
Tuesday, October 14, 2025
Monday, October 13, 2025
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Wednesday, October 1, 2025
Misti Velvet Rainwater-Lites in A Thousand Syllables or LESS
I don't salute any flag on this planet.
I don't think owning a gun collection makes you a bad ass.
I don't think owning a bunch of books makes you an intellectual.
I don't think praying to Jesus makes you a Christian.
I don't think disavowing tarot makes you morally superior.
I don't think rejecting magical thinking makes you smart.
I don't think crystals make you spiritually superior.
I don't think burning incense makes you a witch.
I don't think writing poetry makes you especially interesting.
There are a lot of bad poems.
There are a lot of bad people.
There's a lot of unnecessary posturing and blabbering.
No one is holy.
I'm not Drew Barrymore.
I don't get down on my knees for any motherfucker.
Pedestals are stupid.
There are no heroes.
There are no more lovers left alive.
I grabbed that from the Pet Shop Boys.
I haven't had sex since November 2016.
It isn't your fault.
I'm not an embittered crone.
I'm a witch like Yoko Ono but not as rich and not as sexy.
I will never have sex again.
Carve it in stone.
I will never fall in love again.
Carve it in stone and paint it black.
This is not a poem.
This is a Ted Talk.
I have a few first editions.
I have more than a few crystals.
I have rings and bracelets and too many t-shirts.
I have a pair of fuck me heels on top of a bookcase.
I don't wear heels.
I don't close down the karaoke bar.
I don't want anyone's tongue in my mouth but mine.
I'm feeling Johnny Rotten circa "No Feelings."
I've got the same little britches to get glad in.
I've blocked my mom and her mom from my iPhone.
I love the idea of Vegas becoming a wasteland.
I'll return to Vegas when there are no trust fund brats left.
I'm giddy inhaling the smoke of every bridge I've burned.
You are not the boss of me.
I'm the King of Dirk.