Hey, remember this guy? Turns out he’s been working on some pretty great poetry in his spare time… You can see for yourself right here, exclusively from the mind & pen of Omeed Boghraty.

Here are a few poems from Erik Stinson’s latest collection called “And then I Disappeared Again.” The re-release party is coming up: 3/3/2011, 280 Cafe and Lounge, Bushwick, NYC. Check it.

A month of getting turned down by progressively shittier jobs is bad for your ego. You begin to embrace the fact, internalize it even. “I’m gonna live on ketchup and shitty beer,” you tell yourself while copy-pasting the same typo-filled cover letter into another email. Cut that shit out…

In Which I Try and Make Sense of My Baseball Team Owning My Soccer Team

Start by living somewhere else. Becoming either dissatisfied or overly ambitious. Read a lot of things about New York City on the Internet. One day, as your friends are splitting up large bags of cocaine into smaller bags, decide it’s time to move. You’ve slept with everyone you wanted to sleep with in this town anyway.

Serious ‘Stache is thrilled to launch a sports section featuring regular contributions from Elijah Wolfson, Sean Conroy and Ray Hobbs. In light of the recent culmination of the 2010 World Series, this kick-off piece muses on what it means to be an ex-pat Yankee fan during playoff season in the Bay.

For the purposes of this interview, our interviewee will go by the name Born. It is to protect his identity, and the identity of others.

Here are five very, very good reasons to stick around after batting practice.

I realize that non-Bay Area people tend to have a skewed impression of San Francisco because they might have visited it for a weekend and had “fun.” I, on the other hand, have lived in the Bay Area for about 20 years and I can honestly tell you that SF is fucking shit. Not THE shit, rather, a rancid pile of week old human feces.

The Puritans are having a field day.