By Mark James Andrews laptop writing & sending my shit out in the wifi environment on the 2nd floor of the little library in the Thumb of the Michigan Mitten then reading my email an invitation from the Detroit Institute of Art to attend a fundraising soiree hors d’oeuvres at 6:30 PM to restore the [...]
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Gracehoper
Posted in Mark James Andrews on August 24, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Do Something Swampy
Posted in Mark James Andrews on September 14, 2010 | 2 Comments »
By Mark James Andrews never call my breezeway a man cave it opens up on a bed of Painted Daisies Black Eyed Susans and Dusty Millers floats and soars softly with the stereo in shuffle mode on Erik Satie now one of the Gymnopedies and before that the Rondo Finale Allegro of Mahler’s 5th as [...]
I hate the process
Posted in Mark James Andrews on July 21, 2010 | 4 Comments »
By Mark James Andrews I hate the process of sending shit out to THEM the stroke of the pen gang the hags with hobbies the precious ones the hustling ones especially the ones with mouths like motors with organizational skills the fucking american league and national fucking league of reviews and journals online lit mags [...]
