Hiya ERWAers
if you're here welcome.
john e
john e
posted by johnee at 11:57 AM
Saturday, July 23, 2005
About Me
- Name: johnee
- Location: California, United States
i was born in ny, live in ca and work at a winery. i write poetry and hang out with it on the internet. i'm currently 54 years old, but these things change.
Previous Posts
- The Village Idiot OPA (old poem alert)
- little bothersome things, perhaps, perhaps not
- To ------
- myth of suburbia
- Little Blue Rags
- i am
- dressing
- post-industrial poem
- spirit is willing
- dj synistar synapse
7 Comments:
hey thanks for dropping by, and for leaving word!
Hello John E!!!!
Lovely to drop by and visit for a bit. You know, knock over a couple of glasses, stain the carpet, ask you for YET ANOTHER drink and then leave...
Huggles,
rg
ERWAers? ERWAsters? ERWAzians?
It's so nice to have this community within/ without of ERWA.
Blog me baby!
rg you souse you (that's sue-say, accent grave over the E - ha, WC Fields), have that last drink why dontcha, knock it all down, nothing heirloomish here, heh.
hi kath, thanks for stopping by. ha, blogs (those solitary journals of inner angst and twitty thoughts) are replacing listservs and message boards as the new communities. i find that funny.
peace out,
john e
hi, i'm here and guess what..
i'm nekeeed! yee haw~ :)
i hate when u are mad at me!
don't take my outbursts personal, okay? there's a lotta stuff i'd like to say about a lotta things and sometimes a little of it *pops* out. but i think you're cool and hope we stay pals.
and i *still* can't stand don's writing, and his attitude. he ain't sheet.
*pinch*,
john
yr out here, kool
no nonsense
(by the Big Bukowski hisself!)
Faulkner loved his whiskey
and along with the writing
he didn't have
time
for much else.
he didn't open
most of his
mail
just held it up
to the light
and if it didn't
contain a
check
he trashed
it.
we are going to hollywood johne! xxoo!
do you realise we could get pj back on & others and have our old poetry suns again right in yr effing lil blogsphere me boy!
how are the grapes doing?
summer has been cold & strange down here
anyway
miss you
xxoo
me!
that was from "you get so alone at times it just makes sense"
black sparrow press--1998
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