#9 Dream Poem @ Ink Node

#9 Dream Poem

#8 Night Poem @ Ink Node

#8 Night Poem

#7 Panda Poem @ Ink Node

#7 Panda Poem

#6 Light Poem @ Ink Node

#6 Light Poem

UPDATE: 5 (more) new poems @ Ink Node

Day Poem

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Violin Poem

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Haircut Poem

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Industrial Poem

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Horse Poem

I'm going to see how many poems I can write tonight.

My goal is 15 (check my TWITTER for updates). UPDATE: I'm ain't gonna make it. I'm fading fast. I got 5 tho.

new poem(s) @ Wunderkrammer

My poem I JUST WANTED TO SEE THAT FIRE is up now. Another should be up later this week.

Send them some stuff too, the editor over there is very sweet.

I'm putting together my chapbook manuscript of dedication poems called
Owls / Beer / Ted. Hopefully coming out via Mitzvah Chaps sometime in the future.

Also working on Filament Paraphernalia as my capstone project, and I JUST WANTED TO SEE THAT FIRE is one of the poems from that project.

I'm writing at Ink Node now and have a new poem there

How people care for their dead pt.1

Dragons with Cancer

ALSO COMING SOON & I'M MEGA EXCITED ABOUT:



MAGIC HELICOPTER PRESS IS THE FUTURE (NOW)!

Now My Lungs are a Clogged Rabbit

Carla Harryman / Rae Armentrout / Walt Whitman

There is blood / first in the pores and mud-cracks of my hands which turn in
concentric motions around the heat and then above my bed as a kind of assurance and
proof of quality I can entertain but never breach / thus a village of in-grown hairs
framing a median as first a column of letters but slowly a dozen marshmallows begin
to steam and make whale noises / marches upon our cities turning ghosts into greys
and back out again

I wish a puddle
of immaculate
gestures
would vacation
on my knee

                    with no food or hair

        we stand violent and dead
        sad about a guy on T.V.
       
            who drink OUR milk
            who fucks OUR syllables up

when sleeping
a cloud passes our car
sings in Spanish
and lopes off toward water

the water and space being the first in consideration of American PERIL / we see in a
distance what is a carpet fiber or brick hay stacked like broken floors upon broken
floors or our many families turned and shaken / our spare change in piles / I sing a
reflection of myself which is a stack of broken floors upon all other broken floors
/ a hole where beans are kept cool

as soil cools it reflects back concrete which reflects back paint / a machine which
drives us to a place where food is sold / 
                                      
                                          Along a ridge
                                          a break in metal
                                          and then a pull
                                          around and back
                                          water around white
                                          space