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Well, you opened up this page, so don’t blame me, please.

How are you?

Do drop me a line, stranger.

I made the flight north, and have been training up for the big walk when the snow melts, insh’Allah.

More details later.

Aloha.

Sidewinder, the wild poet from Texas, has just agreed to do an interview not more’n a third of an hour ago! Time then: 04:29 a number of days ago, I think early Monday. I got it on i.m.

Hooo hooo hoo ho ho ha ha heh heh hee hee! Allow him please to introduce himself, for you who may not have read his work:

Sidewinder: you (all) see I’ve been a poet since I was 18 yrs old.. I was raised in central texas. and have spent the last 25 yrs in SW colorado. altho i started getting serious about it in the early 90’s

café: Excellent. How about you all consider: What are your thoughts on the state of poetry vis-à-vis the internet?

Sidewinder: the internet has so many ventures that sometimes it’s mind boggling. you get to meet so many people that are some the same mind. some that are not as experienced…some that are more.”

Where is poetry today West of the Mississippi?

”...I got caught doing readings from dolores, colorado, and the cortez area,” responds Sidewinder.

South of the Mason Dixon Line? Is there a national American Poetry, or have we become too regional? Where do we go from post-modernism and deconstructionalism? And why don’t they serve pecan pie at the Huddle House?

Fill in any q’s you think I may have missed. YOu can also interview me, turn the tables, that would be funny. Then we’ll phone up somebody like, uh… who’s that folk song writer and poet in Texas who’s so famous? The one who lives way out by hissel’?

Last Wednesday decided to do a trek, “Homecoming America 2006.” — had decided on the evening of Odin’s Day, the nine and twentieth of Eleventh Month, 2006.

This will be my Homecoming, the first one since 2003 when I came back from Iraq.

I don’t think I even went back then. I think my mind was still in Iraq.

Edit: the following trek will be post-poned till early April, late March maybe:

I will walk all the way from Augusta, Richmond County, Georgia, to Athens, then to Asheville, North Carolina; then to the Cherokee communities south of Maggie Valley, then to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee; then to Red River Gorge, Kentucky, then to my ancestral home in Elizabethton, Hardin County, then to the ferry that crosses the Ohio River, then to Springfield, then to Galesburg, once home of Carl Sandburg and Edgar Lee Masters.

I will take one small tent, one blanket, one spare pair of boots, extra socks, underwear, one change of jeans, one pair of sweats, a hat, some drinking water in a camelback, some fire, and a good knife, and a copy of the Koran.