B. Eugene B.

Author of B. Coming Burl: A Collection of Life Stories

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An excerpt

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Come visit my blog on Substack

Come visit my blog on Substack

I have moved my weekly blog to Substack – please check out Be! Eugene Be! Creative there! https://beugeneb.substack.com/

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Uncertain Poetic Stance

This might be it – not sure. Maybe not. We’ll see. I am trying Substack and thinking that two blog sites is too much. Plus I had forgotten how much I had spent on WordPress (for features I don’t think I am using, which was going to auto-renew soon, so bye for now). My blogging comes from my mindlessly meandering muse in the back of my head, when the poetic muse is resting. When there are things…

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End of the Year Musings

End of the Year Musings

Reflections on 2022 and Looking Ahead to 2023 I began 2022 with a blog about my resolutions for the year. These evolved into my intentions shortly afterwards, when I began to understand the difference between goals and intentions. I believe I have been mostly successful in keeping with the spirit of the intentions, for the most part, and though I had a change in how I approached what I wanted to…

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Trying on a Mask

Trying on a Mask

For this week’s blog I am sharing my Artist Bio, which I am preparing for an upcoming project. I would love to hear your feedback. My name is Burl E. Battersby and I create using the pen name B. Eugene B. The urge to partly conceal my identity speaks to the life-changing transition (profound sobriety after prolonged substance abuse) which enabled me to discover the reason for my being. It pushed…

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Happily Ever After

All creative practice requires the luxury of time; Creatives need time for passive reflection and time for active creation. In my current practice I am lost in an endless search for the opportunity to think and do, to reflect and create. The term “endless search” in the last paragraph implies the passage of time, but it has become more complicated than that. The days have begun to blend…

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Current work in progress

Current work in progress

Wild Rose & Other Poems Sung by the Window, a manuscript of poems I plan to publish in April 2023, explores multiple themes of my current mental state. These themes are universal; these stories, told through my poems, have value to me. I hope they lift the hearts of those with whom they will be shared. The stories begin with my grappling over the loss of my mom, who passed away in April of this…

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Desert Storms

Growing up in Arizona means August, for me, will always be the month of Monsoons. These blowing-over-trees, knocking-out-power, washing-out-roads summer storms, for all their wild beauty, form in an orderly pattern which belies their potentially destructive nature.  The mornings before a storm are warm, as is usual for the summertime, but during the monsoon season there is a heaviness in the air…

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Dense Headspace

My current work of poetry has become a very dense headspace for me. It is a place where poetic ideation is ordered by a strict internal protocol of structure and tone. It is a thick place where I spend time weaving in & out of a prescribed pattern, a guide or template which overlay the thoughts of my mind. In a thick & elaborate blanket of impressions, these deep kaleidoscopic images form &…

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Aspirations

For my entire life I have known my special purpose was to be a Creative, to make art, to write, to poeticize the language of life. I knew when I played with images in my mind or rearranged words on the paper that it was what I was meant to do. It was my insides spilling out into the world around me. It gave me power and it allowed me to be true to myself. When I was around eight years old I…

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A Noticeable Change

As I have been recently working on my latest book of poetry entitled Wild Rose & Other Poems Sung by the Window, I have found that both my voice and my style have changed. This maturation, I believe, is representative of my deepening sense of purpose as a writer, as a poet. As I have been recently working on my latest book of poetry entitled Wild Rose & Other Poems Sung by the Window, I have…

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Inspiration

I return constantly to the topic of artistic inspiration, thinking about what keeps me (and others) moving forward in the creative efforts and various associated enterprises which fill our lives. Though the effect of a muse can be strong, it isn’t always easy to identify the exact source of inspiration – especially when it tends to come in fits-and-spurts. I am sure I am not alone in wishing I…

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A Decade Being Sober

A Decade Being Sober

Ten years ago, on June 15, 2012, was my first day sober. First day I didn’t get drunk.  It was the first day of many (one day at a time, they say, and it’s true). I had never before wanted to be so sober. I had never thought I could be sober. But that day I looked at my daughter and my wife and I realized that if I didn’t stop drinking I would lose everything I loved. I realized that it was…

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Tolstoy in Tennis Shoes: Watching Crustaceans (Panorama of the Absurd)

Tolstoy in Tennis Shoes: Watching Crustaceans (Panorama of the Absurd)

Imagining myself to be Tolstoy in tennis shoes, I set off on an adventure to discover and give a name to every snail that lives in my neighborhood. Absurdity comes naturally for me but always with an asterisk; it carries a caveat signed in the very blood that was passed down to me from my truly absurd ancestors. Thus, with this disclaimer, please meet Snowflake, Alice (A-lee-chay), &…

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Rainy Day Haiku

Blind rush of rain drops. Scowling, the wind grimaces. Deep puddles hold us.

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Three Intentions

Three Intentions: Commit to writing, Connect with fellow Creatives, & Create more literary work.

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Return to Earth

The ancient ritual of returning to the earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, continues. For nearly four billion years life on earth has gone through this cycle, continuing a chain that equalizes all life forms in one final, intentional form. We are one and the same, our bodies, our ancestors, our descendants; the chain of life continues from the first, most primitive form, to the ashes of my…

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