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Jan. 14th, 2014

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I Find that Disconnectedness Is Overrated

Around July of last year, I found myself feeling more and more disconnected from social media, from the writing/poetry community, from most everything but my family. So, I stopped tweeting, reading tweets, blogging, and reading blogs. This also coincided with a marked reduction in my poetry writing and reading (and the happiness that poetry filled me with). This went on until, well, today, when I realized that I'd lost something important to me: a place to read and discuss writing-related issues, a place to connect with people who I like and admire and who inspire me to write. So, I've decided to reboot my online presence, as a reader, participant, and writer. Will I be happier? Maybe, maybe not. But I'll certainly feel more fulfilled. And if my online presence helps inspire others to write more, read more, feel more fulfilled, that will be very cool. So, hello again, folks!

Aug. 24th, 2013

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Dust in the Tunnel

Dust in the Tunnel

There's no innoculation
to the infection of

air pockets & earth magic
that spreads through transit

stations excavated beneath
lost cities of neanderthals.

Everything falls to dust
in the tunnel to extinction.

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Jul. 26th, 2013

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Twitter poems

My last two poems have appeared on Twitter. Something about the small amount of text space appeals to me at the moment. Here they are:

Nothing

The text fades away,
pixel by pixel,
until only the

space

between words remains;
the poetry of emptiness
fills me with zeroes.

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after the fire

the charred tree
whispers warnings
of shatter-falls

in my charcoaled
ears as i claw
towards its top

i see my future
and continue
to climb

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Jul. 18th, 2013

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prison shadows

prison shadows

chainlink fences
sag in zig-zags.

tattered uniforms
flutter in razor wire.

empty towers stare
into the night.

dog shadows
circle, circle.

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Jul. 13th, 2013

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Reflection

Reflection

Aviator
shades
reflect
puddle
jumper
wings
melting
in the
red sky's
sun lens
and the grip
of volcanic
glass fingers,
amputated
by time.

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Jul. 7th, 2013

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Walking the Daily Poem Writing Road Again

For no conscious reason, I restarted my daily poetry writing challenge on May 12th. I've written fifty-six daily poems since then. I've no goal this time, other than trying to write something that doesn't qualify as junk. (My three hundred and sixty-six poems last year included more than a handful of filler pieces.) I'm not sure how long this challenge will last, but it's felt productive so far.
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Jul. 6th, 2013

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My Poetry

If you read my poems posted here or would like to read them, please let me know in a comment below. I will keep you in my poetry readers friends group or add you to the group. Thank you!
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Jun. 10th, 2013

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Dark Wyrms

Dark Wyrms

The rhythm of alien
music transmitted via dark
energy wyrm throats
is lost on SETI arrays--
no subscription,
no music to end
the solitude.

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May. 25th, 2013

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The Effect of the Moon's Regard

The Effect of the Moon's Regard

The breath of the moon on my eyelids sends me across a plane of dust beneath starred space--the scene's serenity marred only by my gasps.

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May. 22nd, 2013

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Hounds and Horns

Hounds and Horns

Sinuous black boots
and scalpel cheek bones
distract libido-lulled,
fame-fanned men
from their targets'
long-range defenses:
words of the Wild Hunt
in poems, in stories
coursing through the ether;
the harassers stumble
at the sight of hounds,
at the sound of horns.

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