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In honor of teaching poetry again...

Tue, 27 Sep 2011 07:09:20 -0400

I will share one of my recent ones. Started in 2007, I revisited and revised this one over the summer.

We are beige

We are the earthtone generation in a

Sea of vibrant color and the

Toys of our youth are a reflection of our desires

We have no wars to cling to for definition

We have no cause to bring our feet in step with those around us

We have no mission the importance of which exceeds all else

We are nondescript

We blend in

We are camouflaged in the sea of time

We are indistinguishable from each other

We do not cry with one voice

And there is not one voice that stands out

We are the general murmur in the background

The easily chastened class

The museum goers

Couldn’t find this to buy, so I had to make it. Off to...

Mon, 01 Aug 2011 09:27:47 -0400

Couldn’t find this to buy, so I had to make it. Off to Kinko’s!

Gift Poem, with the photo I used to make the Gift for the Gift...

Wed, 10 Nov 2010 14:21:09 -0500

Gift Poem, with the photo I used to make the Gift for the Gift Recipient.

Microphone

Tue, 13 Jul 2010 00:23:52 -0400

The microphone matters.

The Microphone covered in caustic contradictions from spastic politicians, matters. The microphone drenched in diatribes from diabolic debaters, matters. The microphone covered in beer and spit and anger, pain, joy, and fear, matters. The microphone, matters.

Check, check, check-o-slo-vak-ia. Yu-go-sla-via. Mother Russia, soviet time bomb. The microphone matters.

One, two, one, two. America! America! Patriotism! Family and God! The microphone matters.

Levels, levels, levels. I have a dream! We will not rest! Liberty! Freedom! Education! The microphone matters.

The most important invention of the last century was the radio. The most important invention of this century was the internet. The most important invention of all time was the printing press. But the most moving invention remains, the microphone.

Sound carries.

Sound moves.

The microphone, matters.

Gift Poem

Tue, 29 Jun 2010 00:34:22 -0400

We are music makers

We are dreamers of dreams

We are somewhere in between

We are genius

We are madman

We tinker in the garages of our fathers with worn out screwdrivers

We build machines that will explode

We blot out the sun

We bring peace

We are borderline insomniacs

We are writing the next great novel

We are perceptive and bold

We cower at our own shadows

We see manifestations of our demons

We brought them to life

We can live the lives of others

We cannot live our own

We pretend the world is alive

We rip out its throat

We can save a child for three cents a day

We buy a gumball for twenty-five

We sometimes give it to our offspring

We stand and fall over with our knees locked

We stand

We do things

We watch and wait for the world to be reborn in the morning

We dance at its demise

We call out our existence to the stars

We expect an answer

We get one

We jump up and down for delight

We cannot cry

We fight and scream for things

We never wanted in the first place

We are never as good as those who came before us

We keep trying

We will not stop

We sing

We dream

Found An Old Poetry Notebook...

Sat, 26 Jun 2010 23:17:54 -0400

A few short ones from it.

11/9/06

I tied the rain into a knot
And Hung it around my neck.
With a restraining weight
Light and real,
Stopping my body from flight
While my soul soared
Above the ground
Carried by the wind
From the mouth of a goddess.
Breathing into life
The world of her
Heart’s sadness.
The material of hurt
Personified in the bones
Of the earth
Catching joy in the crevices.

12/5/06

The days of
Superman underpants
Are over.
And the transition
Has been hard.
From X-Men afternoons
To
A re-evaluation of life.
And questions that outpace
Any answers.
And there is
No way
We can go back
Through that
Airlock of time.
And
We are already
Floundering in
The suffocation of
Responsibility.

1/29/07

Words fall from her
Mouth
Like clay pots
Shaped by the movement
Of her tongue and teeth
To roll around the
Floor
Sloshing
Ambrosia on the
Settled dust.

This always makes me smile.

Fri, 25 Jun 2010 20:37:14 -0400

This always makes me smile.

Sweet Basil in my herb garden.

Fri, 25 Jun 2010 19:58:00 -0400

Sweet Basil in my herb garden.

"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a..."

Fri, 25 Jun 2010 17:43:07 -0400

“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”

- Oscar Wilde

Fireworks show after the All Star game at Parkview Field this...

Fri, 25 Jun 2010 17:18:06 -0400

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Fireworks show after the All Star game at Parkview Field this week.

I just set up this Tumblr thing. Liking it so far, really easy...

Fri, 25 Jun 2010 16:53:45 -0400

I just set up this Tumblr thing. Liking it so far, really easy to post.

Look, I got a watch!