New and lovely music…

Hi friends!

What are you doing today? Tonight? Up at 3 AM the night before classes begin just because you feel like it?  If you are, in fact, at some level of un-diagnosed insomnia…or if you’re just bored, in search of new music, et cetera amen…well then!

Allow me to introduce you to one of my favorite people, the talented Ron Pope! Continue reading



I think I might be homesick again.

This is probably rather understandable as I’m sitting on my bed, listening to country music, and have recently found out that I can’t talk to one of my best friends until Thursday. It’s absolutely the weirdest thing in the world, having talked to him once in the last three weeks when we talk practically every day at home.

I also had my first major migraine since home today, and the last one happened the same day he and his girl came over during the break. There’s an odd sort of symmetry here, and the writer in me can’t help but notice it.

It’s been far too long since I wrote something meaningful – poetry or short fiction, or even a decent sort of essay. Being in workshop classes really kick-starts all that, and it helps to have all the good reading material that Elon’s wonderful CRW professors assign. I miss my giant anthology of short fiction; I wanted so badly to read Never Marry a Mexican again the other day, and I couldn’t, and it was so very frustrating! That’s probably where half this pent-up weirdness is coming from, anyway, the distinct lack of writing in my life lately. I want to stay in a cafe until 10 or 11 and sit down and write, but cafes here close at 6:30! This is driving me absolutely bonkers.

I suppose lots of things are driving me absolutely bonkers.

I think writers have to be one of the most finicky bunches of people in existence. The sub-category calling themselves poets might be the strangest of all.

So I think I’m going to have to figure out how to capture, succinctly and poetically, how sitting in Chris’ trailer smoking hookah with him and Jake and DJ, is for me.

That’s all.

Great Music Shout Out!

So, I was really planning to include one of my favorite poems from Claudia Emerson’s Late Wife collection in my next blog post, but then I watched this video. I’m not really into the whole “promotion” thing – this is my blog, and I like keeping most of the posts pretty focused on what’s going on in my life, personally or creatively. But “No Other Plan” is by a friend of mine, up-and-coming Aussie musician Cam Nacson. Not only did he tour with Ron Pope twice since I’ve been listening to them, but he’s also a super sweet, down-to-earth, and all-around funny guy. He puts on a good show, writes his own music, and his music videos have an artsy, near-vintage flair that I absolutely love. Plus…

that time Cam Nacson screenshotted me

that time he Instagrammed a screenshot thanking everyone who’s already shared his video, and I happened to be in it. Needless to say, I’m fond of this one.

Anyway, Cam dropped the video on YouTube like, today. Have a look/listen and, if you like it, go find him on Facebook or whatnot and give him a shout out!


Again with the song lyrics: Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran

Give me love like her,
’cause lately I’ve been waking up alone,
Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt,
Told you I’d let them go,
And that I’ll fight my corner,
Maybe tonight I’ll call ya,
After my blood turns into alcohol,
No, I just wanna hold ya.

Give a little time to me or burn this out,
We’ll play hide and seek to turn this around,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love (5x)

Give me love like never before,
’cause lately I’ve been craving more,
And it’s been a while but I still feel the same,
Maybe I should let you go,
You know I’ll fight my corner,
And that tonight I’ll call ya,
After my blood is drowning in alcohol,
No I just wanna hold ya.

Give a little time to me or burn this out,
We’ll play hide and seek to turn this around,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love. (5x)

Give a little time to me, or burn this out,
We’ll play hide and seek to turn this around,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love… (on repeat & fade)

Oh, the things I do to procrastinate! This is one of my new favorite songs and, while it might not be completely poetic flat on the page, believe me when I say that this set to music is purely wonderful. Actually, don’t just believe me…go to Youtube and watch the video of him performing. Done. It’s great.

It’s a beautiful song, and he’s got some great lines, you know? “Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt,” “after my blood is drowning in alcohol,” “all I want is the taste that your lips allow…” he’s got nice rhythm, even sans-music. Anyway, I’m a fan.

In other news, exactly 3 weeks until the Ron Pope concert at the Local 506 (wonderful little bar-venue that everyone in NC should know about)! And probably a week or two until I need to have a new, halfway decent story to turn in for Fiction. Oh, the delicious, stressful writer-problems of having two workshop classes!