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On the Instance of My Wife Sleeping in — from 58 poems written at 29
She will sleep till her spine revolts And then kick herself for caving to the accrual of fatigue Type ones take as the normal Day to day. Devastating How the body rebuffs, rebuilds with scraps Of remnant rests. I renig on the scoffing I have aimed at her ovum and beta Cells and their shames.…
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Baltimore Buildings
…are a weird weave. Windows, for instance, Speak of the seasons of certain men In America and their Maids — of the Michigan sticky And Virginia giant juniper leaves And the Boston bricks baking and the drenched Patoka tempest that tidally rises The rivers nine. Read of the south’s And the northern nuance’s names and acts…
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Megabus Moon Roof — from 58 poems written at 29
The overpass eats, opens like The Dark To swallow the shuffle. See how the glass Of our double decker darkens and the ear Is silence-shuttered? Space comes to mind Millennium Falcon’s maiden plunge In the belly of the beast. Back when Han Was still scared of sharper teeth And the bowels of bore worms the…
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Daylight and the Stand — from 58 poems written at 29
…anyways authors arm their minds With the rinds of ruined rights and their power To bind black burdens of fears That find them flailing in the ferret holes Of vain environs developers dug Out of stone or stock, steel or river Like holes in holy hearths or the essence of elements like earth. Earning your…
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Clean Inbox? Remember that Emails Compound — A Formula
If you want a clean inbox, you need to remember that emails compound. Which is why I whipped up this bogus formula for you to keep in mind in your quest to get a clean inbox: EVERY EMAIL SENT GENERATES ONE HALF EMAIL RECEIVED AND, IF RESPONDED TO, GENERATES ANOTHER ONE HALF FOR “T” NUMBER OF…
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Need a Break ? When, why, and how to take one.
I don’t know about you but I have a hard time admitting I need a break, particularly as an artist, maker, writer, producer, curmfurdler, and space pirate. I push myself too hard too often refusing to admit that I need a break and then either my body breaks or the environment forces me to take…
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My Idea is not My Identity. And You are Not Your Ideas.
I see this “my idea” problem all the time with creatives, artists, makers, and muse-oriented folk. Artist gets an idea. Artist smeagols idea. Artist hoards idea and pampers idea until idea multiplies like black mold. Artist scares off — or kills off — anyone who comes anywhere near idea. Artist finally releases idea. Idea flops because…
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Bigly and Tweets : a scatological social media puppet show
Thanks to Ise for introducing me to Bigly and Tweets. If you’re in the mood for a bit of scatological humor based on actual tweets You Know Who sent out, you might want to watch this new puppet series which features Tweet’s hairpiece Bigly commenting on Tweet’s tweets. You know, cause everyone tweets while on the toilet: Bigly and…
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Nonconformity and the Loneliness of its Creed
Socrates taught me at a very young age, “Know thyself,” but he gave me no hint of a warning for the consequences of such a creed of nonconformity both in my personal life and in my career. For the record, I don’t mean to make myself sound more well-read than I was in my youth:…


