March 2012
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yellow plastic bruises III
your face was threadbare tree’s comfort. yellow windows, cracks running down, crumbling. plastic flowers were knuckles at your breast. silencing scarves tacked to your throat. words succumb to drowning, and rise and bloat. you. on the plates of dismembered dinners. you. neglected, a fractured bedroom door. Your face was a fogged mirror. microscopic splinters, sewn together, macerated, spliced...
Bear with me. This will be the third major overhaul of this poem. I think I may have finally gotten it right. Edit III of Yellow Plastic Bruises forthcoming.
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pidginology replied to your post: On Writing
i couldnt agree more! thanks a lot for this encouraging piece.
Of course! I wrote it as much to encourage myself as everyone else. It’s easier to be frustrated and hopeful together :)
February 2012
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On Writing
I wonder if it’s possibly the fate of all writers to spend our whole lives tortured by the fact we think everything we write is shit. And then we accidentally drink too much (which as a group, we have been known to do) and write something we actually like but upon sobering up realize it’s overly cynical and even we begin to question whether or not it’s satire.
No wonder we...
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Travel and learn at once? The only way I'll... →
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goosfraba
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Burn Up
I float and develop. My negative burned scarlet in the grass. I draw smoke to the doorstep of breath’s casket, the cherry a safelight in this daylight macabre. Exhale. Red-light screening eyes of thirteen immortal luminaries, dressing the park as hero’s bayonets anoint their delusions, upon delusions.
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The Hazards of St. Valentine's Day
Valentine’s Day. How do I loathe thee, let me count the ways…. First of all, before I digress in to how many times Valentine’s Day has run over the toes of all my birthday celebrations for the last twenty two years, I would like to say: Fuck you hallmark. This holiday is merely a way for you to make money off 99% of people who aren’t original, feeling, or creative enough to write an...
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Where do we draw the line?
In Response to the approval for foreign (slimy American) development in Jasper National Park:
Here’s an idea: If you want to see Canada’s national treasures in our national parks, learn to hike, learn to camp, learn to ski, learn to climb, kayak etc. learn to exist and explore within the wilderness and services that are already here. Learn to do it with respect towards the ...
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Under Realization of Eternity
One day if I go to heaven…I’ll look around and say “It ain’t bad, but it ain’t San Francisco”. —(Herb Caen)
I fell right down the San Andreas Fault. And I woke suddenly with no recollection of the great tragedy of my death and I believed to find myself in heaven. For a moment, I considered the eternity of Haight Street beneath my feet. And that perhaps I will walk with the Ghosts of the...
“Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are the eternity and...”
– Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet (via proustitute)