Early out the door this morning to enjoy some freedom before work, I read something that has me supporting all critics, real or not yet self-actualized.

I will state it plainly: I am on the opposite side of the universe
from poetry, or at least, from that ideal.A strange thing to hear on a Wednesday night, I know. But I have heard as much from a ( Read more... )

A strange cleanliness here ( Read more... )

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Our brains choose to act out, when we relax our feudal control over their potential (singular, as they have but one potential). Make no mistake, only decide which. ( Read more... )

The bar. No literally, the bar, the place he normally watches from the reclusive booth, wishing more locales included such vinyled alcoves for invisible wishing to be moreso. The onset of Chapter the Second finds him not wishing, but wished upon. Loved ones worry. Friends confuse his absence and hope for sunnier days within him. ( Read more... )

In one's attempt to create something with more than himself, the question arises:

How much under my name and how much under Earth, et al?

And were we to have sought him out last Sunday afternoon, where do you think we would have found him, eh? The Steppes? The steps? Abandoned playground? Downtown? It is interesting to note that he notices the entire tone of this paragraph has been hopelessly altered by the suffixation of the ‘eh’ onto the previous sentence. Our hero (for certainly ( Read more... )

All truly brand new days are unnamed ( Read more... )

Now that the chap is out, I will be spending time and energy on "Beserker Marketing", trying to get everyone I know and talk to to buy one copy. Aside from working and my wife now working evenings many nights a week, there is little time to update journals and such. However, I will keep it on my plate, and with a new perspective, no less. Let ( Read more... )

My second chapbook is now available from Little Poem Press:


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