Tag: poem
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Response – Bukowski by proxy
the dreams don’t get olderthe women dothe older the scotchthe less i can afford itsame with a dameso i am left with the dreamsas ornamentsin cold placesthe only warmth in the apartment.
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a song of hope for nic and jess
a song of hope for nic and jess:i liveon an island of bent sunshinemountains curling to the righta ridge like the curl of a wavebreaking on the sunset and the eyes of Godit is fun to wade in the waterand care about nothing.
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Odysseus Pardoned
In light of the recent release of the film The Odyssey, I went back into the archives and old boxes of poetry and dredged this poem up from the past. Once upon a time, it won some award. Other than the public reading at the award ceremony, it was never published, seen or heard. odysseus…
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Writing Prose
I struggled as a young writer. I was bombarded with academic concepts of what equaled great writing. What disciplines produced the best work? Here’s the first issue – What is the best work? Second issue – method does not always equal product. I my last novel there are several intentional misuses of words and phrases.…
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homesick for the desert
i am not well not well even more than not well (for me-i am dancing on a broken leg i am in gruene hall i am floating the guadelupe i am drowning in the rio frio i am stationed at fort inge watching the sunset die i am one with purple sage and prickly pear…
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satori one morning
i am a leafupon a pondtodaybecause i want to bei am floatingreddishbrown yellowupon the waterreflecting the blue skyand sunshinei am the first chill of fallthe fading green and the coming greyand i am floatingupon sunshinethe small white clouds my hatthe shore my abandoned past aliveat peaceperfectin unitywith all creationsatori!
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infantile
it is infantile to sit and imagine sweet candy lands and utopian communitieshistory reveals the grind of the human machinethere is no sugar and lavender pressed from these rootsblood and bittersso-we have the numbing of AIthe drumming of silence in the waves of the internetour make-believe villagewhere we say what we want and our hearts…
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Frustrated?
I am. I suffer from a form of divergence which causes me to be easily frustrated. Yesterday was a lesson in “deal with it.” When I am Trying to write and distractions and interruptions overwhelm me, I tend to get angry, frustrated and want to throw down my pen screaming “never mind! I give up.”…
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Star Bucks The Original Series
Like Tolstoy, I like to write in the marketplace. My marketplace is invariably a coffee shop. And, since I am a trekker of the globe, there is some familiarity and holiness in Starbucks. In New Orleans, I write at Cherry Coffee Roasters on Laurel. I love the vibe and the coffee. However, in my current…
