Monthly Archives: November 2014

a letter to an emperor

Hey I couldn’t sleep and I always had a thing for these predawn couple hours and while I sipped the first sips from the strong cup of Maxwell House Colombian coffee and puffed the first Pall Mall two quotes appeared … Continue reading

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The First Book of Yuck

Don’t know how or what to say here except what I used for a description, which goes something like: best way I can think to give a potential reader an idea is to pick up the word, ‘vignette’ and consider … Continue reading

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2014 #268

no doubt there are states joyous as well as counties dour. Sometimes the seat selects a fox who sells a notion imported from a pole. Alaskans mail themselves to Florida. But neither Alaska nor Florida were asked to drop their … Continue reading

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2014 #267

blossoms of hard red – oh how puffy their egos when they prated about how they were tough enough to withstand all the frost forces blasted at them while the peonies withered way before – barely had to blow pumpkin … Continue reading

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2014 #266

shell’s delicate enough since transatlantic transport became a wad tossed to the trash and sticky orange soda syrup offended the readymade-damned when the readymade-damned could’ve used that time for something productive like horticulture, masonry, animal husbandry, pottery, photography, poetry, but … Continue reading

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2014 #265

Said I see what you say then said too bad a turtle out of the trillions of turtles to ever trod or traipse terrains rocky, sandy, muddy, did not yet invent a turtle train. “Blueprints have been drawn. A few … Continue reading

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2014 #264

Maybe maple and beech getting naked motivates emotion while walking the lane these feet knew when Batman was big; men entombed of late around the present age and a mind might slide into a melancholy rhapsody blaring full blast across … Continue reading

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question overwhelm

so I’m waiting for the proof copy of what I hope is the next book in this adventure called self-publishing and that alone – the waiting – invites questions who are not shy about exploiting that invitation and they call … Continue reading

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2014 #263

you slippery metaphor you inherited concealment abilities and the number of quivers spent empty cannot be tallied by hand and downtown stone stores charge more than they used to for arrowheads that might just pierce your core for assembly speed … Continue reading

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2014 #262

The deviant mask stares straight at the turf, but the guilty can’t find unvarnished guilt, like what are breathing cells to do when assaulted with unwanted images – but there goes a saucy falsehood, going by assault, knowing incrimination will … Continue reading

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