May 2011
May 1st
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national poetry month; 04.30.011
another-go-round. we were enveloped in it; the flash of lights kept time with the music, swirled around all legs, twirling against the green. silent jockeys of painted mares, the wind at our backs and these valiant steeds galloped on gallantly as fingers twist into wooden tendrils carved into their necks. our veins tight, blood throbbing against the skin, the pithy pulsing red that courses...
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April 2011
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national poetry month; 04.29.011
fingers intertwined, zippered teeth, tumbled lock, key pressed to palms, silent. monger peddles brass rings; skeletons of former dwellings, abandoned. cobblestoned twilight above, uneven pavers arch against our feet. i should really stop writing about zipper teeth, but i like them a lot.  okay.  still not feeling very well.  i hope to end napowrimo with a bang and not a whimper.  i’ve been...
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national poetry month; 04.28.011
indicated.   originates in my tailbone, an ache, as though having fallen recently, but not having fallen recently, the harbinger of something more nefarious.   the next hour it shimmies shivers up my spine, splits at the base of my neck; slides down my arms, elbows, tying into knuckle joints, a game of uncle i never win. slips sandpaper into my throat, rasps, cheesegraters, etc. ladders up the...
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national poetry month; 04.27.011
perforated.   pages of braille high school handouts train tickets.   snake bites bowels and ulcers and eardrums and lungs junky veins. lsd blotters books of stamps drain pipes. watermelon flesh swiss cheese wingtips. i do not feel very well, so apologies if this seems half assed (it should).  note to self in the future when all is not as it is now; this should be reworked as all things holey...
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These are hard times for dreamers: Top 10 Myths... →
wordpainting: booklover: suzywire: Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk. This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days. Myth #2 – Introverts are shy. Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid...
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national poetry month; 04.26.011
cohesivitiy. pseudohalfcursive scrawling letters tied, wispy inked cobwebs cloud white, meaning flows between words, black rivers, wonderfalls, wallop against rocks.
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national poetry month; 04.25.011
eyes carrying baggage over the weight limit from spring’s first pollen, last night’s dreams of eating ravioli in the room where i spent four years singing, never enough sleep, trying to see something better than this, but blind; half mooned, heavy lidded, and tired. today was really awful, and thusly today’s poem is also really awful.  you’ll all live, i promise.
Apr 26th
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-4-24) →
The Music Tapes (216) Chocolate USA (67) Julian Koster (66) Elephant 6 Holiday Surprise (21) The Elephant 6 Orchestra (9) Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
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national poetry month; 04.24.011
for four variations on thee theme. midnight.  fingers turn, tighten; turn, untighten tuners.  pick, pluck, strum strings until the chord resounds just right. if there were a night for instinct to fail, to forget how to breathe, this would be it. curved blade bent over your lap, trilled notes spilling happily through the air, swinging arm keeps perfect time philco predicta tilts face upwards,...
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