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what is the grass saying it is more than wind and anyhow the wind is still what are the trees speaking you know there is no reason dust cannot speak to dust
there were plenty of faint sounds around humming their way into some void of non-existence he could hear the pen scratching the paper his cigarette crackling with each drag the damned chair squeaking with every ash a furnace older & quieter than most people
it was nearing dawn when his thoughts turned to all the beautiful things in the world None of them resembling her and the fact that it had been quite sometime since he had written her anything quite like this
writing pitiful little lines about shadows and drawn curtains if not for bourbon i might weep instead i laugh i wait for the sound of trains with a practiced clumsiness i flip the record laugh at my clumsiness Debussey solves 3 out 10 problems i laugh again at the entire impossible condition making jokes about suicide “what are you doing here...” i ask “i love you” “why...don’t you have something better to do” “i love you. it doesn’t matter what else i have to do.” she answers the records continues somehow, it’s the same as silence
and so as i begin typing a train rolls by with it’s whistle ...a long season of suffering it’s time exists without measure ...i check myself for scars and any other evidence as to whether it was real or dream levels of hell overlooked by Dante i could choose to remember or spend out life feigning forgetfulness ...two things are certain not much of anything causes pain anymore and i won’t be going back ...going back where... ...i don’t know...
Editing ‘Pharmaceutical Voodoo’ 2002 (photo by Lulu)
2011 fall-winter - Mountain Poems
2011 fall-winter - Mountain Poems
SO! I submitted this to NPR Tiny Desk Contest! really captures the vibe of wtf i be doing at 1 am @nprmusic @tinydeskcontest
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In Darkness (2009) Music by Stephen McAnualla
Solitude for Real (2009) * Music by Stephen McAnualla
Hear Whispers 2016-01-27 11:33
In a world __so documented ---it begins to lose Definition We begin to feel as if we live in a fiction _more ____we become the program ---------we fill the role __-------happy to play the part In a world where the answer is obvious --life now imitates art ----within that world -----money lenders ------controlling the culture It is art that suffers --far more than any Van Gogh The people ----deprived of their visionaries -------are deprived of their vision Grasp endlessly toward empty space Hollow as it is --Still pay a price Somewhere ------in lush tender wilderness --Hear -------Whispers --A New Vision ------A New Beat
hi friends! - @thewrittenpoet and I are thrilled to announce that we are launching an online lit mag. We accept year-round submissions. Our inaugural issue is due for June (deadline May 1st). Go check us out for more information. The site isn’t quite finished, but I’d LOVE it if I could spend my days reading submissions and replying to you guys and whatnot. Go check us out at http://figrootpress.com/
Written in 2003 - available as free PDF soon. @gabe mittel