Monthly Archives: March 2014

2014 #74

day of aromatic herbs so said though the city may feel otherwise or unless all the herbal aromas are flying at this moment and falling to flatten others as crepes in surrender can’t help laying together, slathered in butter, and … Continue reading

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2014 #73

they care not for my modesty when caught in the lust net and the sole desire that defines the molten pulse consuming their hearts is the exploitation of the sugars, deigning to forget to clean the slow motion stickiness conspicuous … Continue reading

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yet weirdly

or not so weird as there must be an easy explanation, the hurdles presented abundantly when trying to tackle a novel are absent with the messing around with poetry or what I dare call poetry. I can yank a thing … Continue reading

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2014 #72

can’t see intimates in windows after the night sweeps in anyway. Just glow. The glow that says we can suppose the chance is high a breast or thigh is getting grilled and paprika sprinkled though the salad season is growing … Continue reading

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2014 #71

of course modernization means life is playing and winners get to rename the stadium. Just keep the horses pulling carts full of oats and oblivious that they may see no colt carry on a Slavic or Belgian tradition. Resumption always … Continue reading

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more lessons learned the hard way

about self-publishing ebooks that will be lengthier than poetic collections: A poem can spend the night or the weekend and over a few months you can have a lot of poems spending a night or weekends; novellas and novels and … Continue reading

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2014 #70

the brand at birth marked these haunches for the red and white and blue, values, which, by habit get lip services, but since grace reshuffled the cards and from out of the sky Bucharest, dealt, fell, and wireless globalism has … Continue reading

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2014 #69

I imagine the studious seer would see the serpents clearly coiled in the apt house’s corner; may say, beware, or this is where your instincts live in continual madness as they directly aspect Cassandra so your alarms fall on ears … Continue reading

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the blues and joys in ebook self-publishing

The good: the total freedom to write and offer whatever one wants to try from a single short piece to a mammoth mega-novel (I’ve screwed around with the novel but have not yet cracked the novel nut). Get to wear … Continue reading

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2014 #68

Yeah I know the machine that does winnowing – the winnower – is rusting as this black bic ink oozes. But someday the mood will slink around around an equinox pivot and grit and grain will fly and if commas … Continue reading

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