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Like a Dart Frog
The golden dart frog Has enough neurotoxins To kill ten grown men, Evolution starts With something Useful, Spiral luxuriously up, Out, Past the horizon Of the rational. Love’s like that. Perhaps once, There was just enough To drag the dripping mammoth flank Back to your pregnant sister in the…
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Winter Mad Libs
Writing in the morning, my brain is still blunted by sleep. I sit on my couch like an idiot, eating a muffin, my thoughts all in halves. We morning writers are supposed to be closer to our dreams, our minds still unwinding and better equipped for weird associative leaps like winter mad libs. I remain…
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The Mountain Sky
We two walked on a wilderness track.Dusty brave bright she stumbled on promises wide as the steps of night.We swept over worlds below. Foreign fields bloomed in strength,testing the limits of our joy.We listened for she-bears and believed in ghosts. Her hair was whipped by the breath of the world.I was helpless to begin.The path…
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260 of the Best Children’s Book Agents
As I’m finishing up my fifth novel, the time has come for me to search once more for literary agents and some of them are the best children’s literary agents. It seems kind of pointless for me to put in all of this work to find the best children’s literary agents and share it with…
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Portland Summer
I ate sausage wrapped in squid tubesand then I ate grilled lamb with a mint saucewhile we watched people danceon a darkened stageswinging ropes made of firehe was drinking White Russiansclaiming it was the season for suchI drank my beer and watched the burning ropes spinning in circlesthen walked around the city for hoursand back…
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6 Tools of the Trade — organizational apps for artists
Tools of the trade. We all know those within our craft… the things we wield to create art and product from our skills. For me, it’s a magical black box that hunts and captures light to forge a re-creation of one momentary slice of reality. It’s called a camera. And it’s amazing. For you that…
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Ode to Victor Frankenstein
When creationis no longeran act of Godbut of man,what are wesupposedto worship? Featured Download: For a quick tutorial on how to write your own poetry inspired by poems like ODE TO VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN, click here.
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Central Avenue; Albuquerque, New Mexico
It was Mayor Richard J. Berry’s legacy; the chance to have his name on a plaque so future generations could see who was responsible for the Albuquerque Rapid Transit (ART) initiative. The idea was to move the bus lanes to the middle of Central Avenue and establish an express line from downtown up through Nob…
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The Taste Of A Second
Your veins bleed into my dreams, You can save the world one by one by twohands clasped together. I remember but choose to forget the way the light contrasts the murmurs off yourtongue. Your eyes pouring ideas into the soul, obviously. You can see thebirds and bees, the beauty. They annoy me. I can only…
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13 Ways of Looking Format
Hello, poets. By way of catch-up/reminder: I’m Merrill Lee, a poet who poets 5 days a week and blogs about it RIGHT HERE. Welcome! I have no “goals,” no grand artistic vision, no manuscript (ok fine I have a manuscript, but we don’t have to talk about it). Every day I show up to the…
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An Almost World
What we could have been is lost forever,muted and mangled in unborn time.A darkness, the deepness of false memoryis all that remains of your potential smile.We will never taste of that August sky,shared in a strong and whipping wind,or walk together on that forgotten groundwhere bright minutes tremblingly thrill. What we could have been is…
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I’m Bad at Photoshop, but: Barbacoa
Picture a soccer mom. She is wearing a purple sweater. She has tightly cropped hair and a hankering to speak to your manager. She is fresh from the monthly PTA meeting and still wearing her name tag. “My Name Is BARB” “Barb” is written professionally aggressive with a smiley face next to it. Barb won every…