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A run through the poetic forms
As much as I laud those who attack National Novel Writing Month with great zeal, I am a poet not a novelist. So in my own parallel to NaNoWriMo, I’ve decided to once again work my way through each of the … Continue reading
I am so sick of poets
I am so sick of poets, in real life and found online; how they tend to wax poetic, and pretend to be sublime when describing some quite minuscule and unimportant thing: the dewdrop on the lily, a mosquito’s lacy wing. … Continue reading
On the Professional Diarist
There must be something more to it, some sense behind the scenes, a glimpse of meaning not quite shared, or else my mind’s not keen enough to understand the point of merely keeping track of each new day’s minutiae; the … Continue reading
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Tagged communication, diaries, journals, living, pointlessness, relationships, writing
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For Bukowski
Believe it … poetry can heal wounds; of course, an awkward, ill-set bone will sometimes need to be re-cracked, and soft illusions that so gently cradle us to bind the flesh beneath, must go. And often, language is so poor … Continue reading
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Tagged Charles Bukowski, exhuberance, living, poetry, power, sacrifice, words, writing
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As if the hazel mud
As if the hazel mud its edges flecked with dull green and salt-stain, cracked and peeling along the summer dry edges of the viaduct that ran its length, a brittle concrete spine, down through the creosote valley from cinder block … Continue reading
If I Should Choose
If I should choose to force myself to write despite the lack of something new to say, would any notice much change in the way the words embrace as equals dark and light? And if compressed into some hackneyed form … Continue reading
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Tagged challenges, daily poems, poetry, popularity, wholeness, writing
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Sometimes a phrase
Sometimes a phrase, or single word, will prompt a poem. How absurd to think that there is some great plan on my part; so few understand how unlike following a chart this process is. There is no start or end … Continue reading
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Tagged gifts, illumination, inspiration, poetry, secrets, surprises, writing
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