An interim post just so that there is something between my last Quote of the Day, and my next Poetry Friday … there’s been a lot going on in my head lately that I’m still trying to wrap my brain around so I can put it in words. Should be able to write more [...]
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WORDS AND THE DIMINUTION OF ALL THINGS The brief secrets are still here, and the light has come back. The word remember touches my hand, But I shake it off and watch the turkey buzzards bank and wheel Against the occluded sky. All of the little names sink down, weighted with what [...] Anyone who knows me well knows not only that I have a fascination with words, but also love to debate … I can argue semantics for hours, much to the dismay of people around me at times. I’m pretty sure that’s why a friend of mine gave me a book this past summer; because [...] SAGE FRANCIS – GOT UP THIS MORNING It’s not that what we’re doing is wrong But let’s try to keep this a secret Between me, you, and the song A menage a trois that sings to me Sinfully When god plays along What you want with a woman who won’t do what [...] Joe Parkin, over at 6 Years in a Rain Cape has a nice little essay contest going on right now. The winner’s prize is a Cervelo Test Team kit (bibshorts, jersey, gloves) in either black or white (depending on size and inventory availability). Suggested length is 500-1000 words, but Joe says he isn’t really [...] TO MYSELF Even when I forget you I go on looking for you I believe I would know you I keep remembering you sometimes long ago but then other times I am sure you were here a moment before and the air is still alive around where you were and I think then I [...] JUNE Wind at the ear says June June a blacklist I slipped in time note this way to say goodbye the sighs within these words note these annotations: unending plastic flowers on the dead left bank the cement square extending from writing to now I run from writing as dawn is hammered out a [...] A QUICK ONE BEFORE I GO There comes a time in every man’s life when he thinks: I have never had a single original thought in my life including this one & therefore I shall eliminate all ideas from my poems which shall consist of cats, rice, rain baseball cards, fire escapes, hanging plants [...] I must be suffering from Post-Election Withdrawal Syndrome (PEWS); George W. Bush isn’t even out of office yet, and I’m already beginning to feel some nostalgia towards his Presidency of the past 8 years. Not because I think he was a good President; far from it, in fact, but the Bush Administration has given [...] addiction is like this sometimes there is nothing else except for the pen, the ink, the paper, me, and the muse Or get modern. Sometimes there is nothing but me the monitor, the keyboard, the words, and sweet inspiration looking at the blank paper looking at the blank screen watching the words take shape [...] |
      
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