What is it to meet
the aging dentist who
seeks to thrive in electronica?
Maybe Michal Menert and
absolutely Kris Moon.
I’ll see you at the Badlander
But first tonight
in this yard behind a home
at a table eating both
chicken legs and brisket
with mashed potatoes
and their skins. Continue reading
Even when I tell you
I just want you to listen,
you just don’t know how
to shut the fuck up. Continue reading
Where did the word go?
I can barely muster prose.
I know, I know,
that’s just how it goes.
I don’t want to force it though.
There’s no poet without the poetry,
I suppose. Continue reading
Author’s Note: Call it a break in seasons. This entry took forever to spill out of me, but I wanted to do it right when I did it. I could easily delve into the debilitating nature of depression in this space, but I’d rather just let you know that I’m glad we’re still working on this project and I’m excited to see where we will continue to go with it. This story turned two years old on the 9th of this month. Seeing as how the tale began on the day of Halloween, I thought it fitting to publish this piece today. I hope you all are having a spooky and wonderful time.
Reese Continue reading
What’s all the hoopla?
Appaloosas and strawberry roans
roam in beauty while
water vixens transform
but live only in the Puget Sound. Continue reading
Tea for you and coffee for me
before we slouched up the street and
discovered boots and parasol
by the Greek Orthodox Church
on Sixth Street. Continue reading
For the second group poem, we had the same rules as the first time but we passed the piece of paper around twice instead of just once. At the end, we recorded Nate reading it. I’d recommend listening to it as you read it. 🙂 Continue reading
I had a poetry reading at my house last night and someone suggested that we play a game where we would write a group poem. We folded up some paper and passed it around the circle. Each person was able to see the line that was written before them and then they wrote their own line. Once each person had written a line, I read the result. Check it out: Continue reading
I am a series of circles
concentric and uncertain
that that impending sense of doom
will be the death of me; Continue reading
What am I supposed to do
with your groovy fucking ass?
God, I wanna boof you, girl.
And what about you,
Weeth your perfect fucking face,
It’s unreal how you do.
I’d prolly boof you too. Continue reading