I've been hunched over a keyboard somenights working on a new manny called Scary, No Scary. I think about it constantly, about how I am such a fan of it and how invigorating and powerful it is to have complete control over the creation of a book of poems that I admire as an outside reader. One of its poems is in Typo #8 and a handful more are will be in two new print journals you haven't heard of yet. In fact, they probably aren't ready to be mentioned. So: one is called Same Storm and the other is called Pilot.

Here's the cornjob Ipod playlist I've been rocking this week while digging in the dirt:

Band of Horses' Everything All the Time
Beirut's Gulag Orkestar
Bettie Serveert's Dust Bunnies
The Fall's 50,000 Fall Fans Can't Be Wrong
Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins' Rabbit Fur Coat
Kleenex Girl Wonder's Ponyoak
The Strokes' First Impressions of Earth
Superdrag's Regrettfully Yours
Superchunk's Foolish
Tilly and the Wall's Wild Like Children