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the voices in my head: identity through the natural world

This series is a means for curating the poems that surprise, delight, startle, unsettle, and challenge me. I’ve also thrown in a few pieces of prose, some craft discussions, and quotes from various classes and workshops I’ve attended. 324 more words


16 - Poeting by numbers

‘Statement: A girl and a boy jump into a river.┬áThe boy swims over to the girl and says, “God, it’s cold.”
Question: What’s the probability they will kiss?’ 304 more words

late night posting

Lying in bed and finding typing difficult to do with any sense of rhythm.

I have Clifford Brown queued up on the iPod and Dawkins as my nighttime reading. 100 more words

Othe Blogs And Other Interesting Things.

The Bagel By David Ignatow

I stopped to pick up the bagel
rolling away in the wind,
annoyed with myself
for having dropped it
as if it were a portent. 63 more words