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Sweet Street: The Camel Saloon
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Monday, December 5, 2011. Thank you Russell Streur, editor of The Camel Saloon, for publishing my poem called "Slant Of Darkness.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to Sweet Street. Where Mr. Poem is King. I am sometimes shy and often brazen. I must be a Gemini. I hope to hurt no one. I hope I help someone. Chase me and you might catch me. Beware my darlings. View my complete profile. A handful of stones. Ink Sweat and Tears. No One Can See in Pink Litter Jan. 2013. Deep city in Eskimo Pie 3/12.
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Sweet Street: MediaVirus Magazine
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Thursday, April 7, 2011. New poem of mine called Orange is now up on MediaVirus Magazine. Thanks to the editors- Lawrence Gladeview and Stewart Grant. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to Sweet Street. Where Mr. Poem is King. I am sometimes shy and often brazen. I must be a Gemini. I hope to hurt no one. I hope I help someone. Chase me and you might catch me. Beware my darlings. View my complete profile. A handful of stones. Ink Sweat and Tears. No One Can See in Pink Litter Jan. 2013. Potentia...
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Sweet Street: Catapult To Mars
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Monday, June 20, 2011. Thank you Gordon Mason, editor of Catapult To Mars, for publishing another one of my poems. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to Sweet Street. Where Mr. Poem is King. I am sometimes shy and often brazen. I must be a Gemini. I hope to hurt no one. I hope I help someone. Chase me and you might catch me. Beware my darlings. View my complete profile. Many thanks to my mentor. He lets me use his drawings, his computer when I sometimes visit, and his rush of ideas. Watering in ...
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Sweet Street: The Weekenders Magazine
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Tuesday, January 29, 2013. Thank you Ryan at The Weekenders Magazine for publishing my poem called "Mattresses and Mirrors" in issue 4. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to Sweet Street. Where Mr. Poem is King. I am sometimes shy and often brazen. I must be a Gemini. I hope to hurt no one. I hope I help someone. Chase me and you might catch me. Beware my darlings. View my complete profile. A handful of stones. Ink Sweat and Tears. No One Can See in Pink Litter Jan. 2013. Potential in Amaranthin...
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Asphodel Madness: January 2010
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Sunday, January 31, 2010. Hear the clank of feet on wood planks. Hear my steps like the bad seed clapping her shoes. God’s lightning never comes. But the ship’s whistle does. And parts us from the pier. Even crossed arms can not defeat wet cold. Salt lies stiff in hair,. Takes in my clammy hands. Like a lover I never could keep. I tremble, not from cold. Nor from this ship which caught a whale’s rumble-. It was the anxiety of lost childhood. Speaking clear in my ear. Heavenly tones ringing the call.
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Asphodel Madness: July 2010
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Thursday, July 29, 2010. When your eyes were turned away. When your black eyes were turned away. And looking far off. Is when you lost me,. In the thick darkness. And the wild sounds. Lost in the places of fires. And slow trains and imaginary things. Left by indistinguishable stings. When your eyes were lost. And turned blankly away. Dancing, ripped apart, dancing in margins. On the edge of the blade. And fire spitters…. The no sorrow, no regrets, never turning back maniacs. When you turned your eyes away.
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Asphodel Madness: Artist's Son
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Sunday, August 29, 2010. The artists are dandelions:. There are so many of them. God called my mother. And told her she was. Better than all the other. Till they chopped off her head,. And she drank it up,. Became a member of society:. But not before she born me. And I'm still a seed. Flipping in the breeze. Past the wanted flowers,. One of the few artists. Who's still got a head. But the mower is always. And who knows where. This wind will carry me? We are all destined to be. Thank god I’m a poet.
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Asphodel Madness: August 2010
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Tuesday, August 31, 2010. Thank god I’m a poet. I scraped this dog shit poetry off of the sole of my soul. With a termite infested wooden prosthetic hand. And splattered it onto the back of an unpaid parking ticket. It’s as lovely as chainsaw sodomy preformed post mortem. Feels like I’m holding up my warm slimy intestines. For the leisurely perusal and cockeyed judgment of zombies. It all began when some modern lit teacher said. That my bloody vomit looked like abstract art. Monday, August 30, 2010.
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Asphodel Madness: SEPTEMBER 24, 2001
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Wednesday, September 1, 2010. SEPTEMBER 24, 2001. On the steps, from. Metro, I’m sniffing. Nail polish remover,. Dreamed I gave a. Couldn’t find any. When I open my. Mouth, I spit a. Lyn's website: http:/ www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Writer Buries Himself in The Mud Until The Nex. SEPTEMBER 24, 2001. Go to Asphodel Madness 2.0. Http:/ opiumpoetry.blogspot.com/. Arlen J. Levy. Charles C Brooks III. Eric J. Brinovec. Joseph M. Gant. Michael A. Flanagan.
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