into somebody's "literary journal"/blog dealy. There are some formatting problems (not surprisingly, since I wasn't, like, involved in this), but whatever. If you want to see what they're supposed to look like you can always dig through my archives. Mostly they're throwaways, but oddly enough they look better to me now that I know someone else likes them, apparently. I guess that's natural. Come to think of it, that's what happens every single time I get a compliment on something I put up here.
Get your clickeration on right here.
UPDATE: The bio they wrote for me says I'm a self-confessed recluse. I don't know why it says this. I'm neither a recluse nor self-confessed.
FURTHER UPDATE: Ok, some very weird things are going on with that bio, and I'm not sure what the deal is, so just disregard anything you might read there.
My Masts Are Made of Lightning; Your Ship Is Made of Waves Press - Traveling around Santa Fe this weekend. Road hair: Today I went to a flea market and held some fossilized clams; to see the St. John's College campus; and ...
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