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The Cold Shoulder: Flex Time
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Monday, April 1, 2013. Once again, NaPoWriMo. Is upon us and, once again, I will sporadically post four first drafts before flaking on the whole thing. I had to wake up earlier than usual today and have lost most of my coherence. I call this "Flex Time.". Lays coiled around a pillar of the community, heart swollen,. Lies dripping off silver tongue sincerity,. Sweet somethings whispered and forgotten. Lays across your neighbor’s lawn, winking like “come hither”. Like neighbors banging through the ceiling.
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The Cold Shoulder: June 2010
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Wednesday, June 16, 2010. This is a very rough first draft completed a few minutes ago in response to annoying poetry and poets that I hope never to write or become. Rock Bottom" or "Nothing Good Has Ever Been Written in a Coffeehouse.". I don’t write poems so much as. Loaded prose with line breaks. To break with other writers writing,. Trying to rhyme or protest problems. That they think they see through. Unwashed bangs to get some spotlight. While they read their poems about injustice-. So buy my book!
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The Cold Shoulder: The Adoptee Statistic
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Thursday, April 11, 2013. The rate of suicide among Korean Adoptees is something like 5 times above the national average for comparable age demographics. Here is one guess why:. The Adoptee Statistic (4/5/13, revised 4/11/13). At night, when the stars come out, I like to pretend each one is an ancestor. I don’t know if that has any relevance in my History, my heritage;. It has lots of significance in My history. They look down at me, speak in a language I can’t understand,. But manifests as anger, as hate.
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The Cold Shoulder: April 2013
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Sunday, April 21, 2013. NaPoWriMo 4/21 Birthday Haibun (first draft). Under a flag at half mast again, I made a birthday wish that there would be no mass shootings, no bombings, or other acts of public violence today, for just one day. A selfish wish on a day when all I’d like to worry about is the rain. It’s warmer today. With the extra breath on Earth,. Sunday, April 21, 2013. Thursday, April 11, 2013. The Adoptee Statistic (4/5/13, revised 4/11/13). It has lots of significance in My history. Backgroun...
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The Cold Shoulder: July 2010
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Thursday, July 8, 2010. If my murder is called manslaughter, let me take some solace in being a man. Thursday, July 08, 2010. Friday, July 2, 2010. Initial 8 Deal/Who is still reading this? Initial 8 Deal: I have 8 copies of Confrontations: A Skull and Poems Reader. To sell to the hardcore fans. In each of these initial eight, I will scrawl a different poem of mine unincluded in the anthology- devaluing the publication significantly. First come, first serve. Friday, July 02, 2010. View my complete profile.
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The Cold Shoulder: April 2011
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Monday, April 4, 2011. Chipotle is run by motherfuckers. I was thinking about that today as I watched my all white office scarf down over-stuffed burritos as we dealt with financial aid at a for-profit school. This poem was going to be about that. It was also going to be way longer and better. It was a long day. On a side-note, Chipotle "lost" one of our orders. It was giggle-worthy. 4/4/11 No Title Yet. She aced the English class on symbolism,. Even though she thought it was a joke-. Either Swedish or N...
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The Cold Shoulder: May 2010
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Thursday, May 20, 2010. A (very) Loose Reflection on SB1070 by an Arizona Poet" or "Jan Brewer Doesn't Care About Your Faggy Poem". Gonna write a story about a poet that mattered-. Poems were more than performance pieces. Playing for that pussy-. Wrote real protests, rhyming prose. And politicians listened,. Traded out Andrew Jacksons for poet-influenced decisions. Gonna write a story about a poem that made a difference-. Line breaks broke police lines better than bottles could have. Wrapped up in pages,.
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The Cold Shoulder: April 2010
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Tuesday, April 20, 2010. Anyone* Can Grow Up to be President. And there's those times when something that actually is racist happens and you're like, "Wow. Not cool" and whoever you're with is all, "oh, lighten up.". Tuesday, April 20, 2010. Saturday, April 17, 2010. Figuring out layout for the stories, trying to decide if it's worth including pictures, realizing I need to complete some stuff, realizing other stuff is crap. If you believe this will actually get published some day, clap your hands! With o...
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The Cold Shoulder: January 2011
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Wednesday, January 12, 2011. And then Jon lost all his blog-followers. TO: Politacally-Minded White People/Well-Intentioned White Liberals/Most Christians. FROM: Jon/The Cold Shoulder/Guy who's been called Chinese, Dog-eater, Slant, etc. I actively associate your actions and identity with Sarah Palin. How does that taste? Wednesday, January 12, 2011. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Psychological memoir of a career liar. View my complete profile. And then Jon lost all his blog-followers. My Cat Is Retarded.
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The Cold Shoulder: November 2012
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Wednesday, November 7, 2012. On Not Writing Enough Lately. I drink too much. I’m losing weight, I don’t look well. A fleeting quip about going from jaundiced to Jon dust makes me smile in the mirror and. I am alone with my recycling- with the bottles that stack up on shelves like books. Each with 750-1000ml of whispered prayers, swallowed regret, every murmur in between. I hope will reach across an ocean, translate into a language I don’t speak. There’s no wind today. If I drink enough,.
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