(This is the only one I'm posting, I'll let you know when the book is done) Now Taken from an upcoming collection called, Sleep Walking Under The Moon Soul of Lake Michigan Always. These words are what binds us, ghosts, forever, links us, drops us, rains us, along dimensions of concepts without names, for those… Continue reading Now. Selection from upcoming poetry and prose collection.
Tag: america
, Looking Glass #4
(6 more pictures after words) When you can't sleep you dream and get your rest with your eyes open. You read about huck finn and talk in circles about the upcoming revolution that you'll not be in charge of, nor want to even consider taking up arms in. When you can't sleep you qualify your… Continue reading , Looking Glass #4
“This book will not tell you how to die.” Looking Glass Part 2
Lasting, W. D. Snodgrass
I do this once in a while, as I have a small audience of peers, and I do so without permission, and will happily remove content if asked. I Listen to Writers Almanac everyday and sometimes a poem just makes me smile in reflection. Especially the middle section of this particular one. Lasting by W.D. Snodgrass "Fish oils,"… Continue reading Lasting, W. D. Snodgrass
Nobody ever tells you how it should go…
A paragraph dictated directly from the chaos of my own thoughts: Regret, this is an aspect of art. Something that makes you human. The act of Burning Bridges is (a) sadly absurd but important sword to wield this day and age, and I'm sorry, but it's true: With their pop psychology and passe' metaphysics, burn the posers… Continue reading Nobody ever tells you how it should go…
Adventures In American Writing 