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Sitting here at the end of National Poetry Month and looking back over the last few weeks. I've read a lot of poetry this April. Some of it was bad. Most of it was very good or even great.
I've also written a lot of poetry this month. Most of it was bad. None of it was very good or great. But, that's how it goes in the early stages.
Calling myself a poet still feels like I'm a little kid playing grown-ups in dad's work shirts. I wonder if it ever starts to fit a little better.
*Scrolls past*
*reluctant sigh*
*scrolls back up*
*rebogs*
Was sitting on my front porch writing (like I do all the time). Put my waxed canvas journal cover down beside me to think. Within five minutes, the sun had melted the wax on the front of it and made it look new again.
In hindsight, of course that would happen. Duh. But, man that caught me off guard when I picked it back up.
you have to eat the last item you searched online, are you ok?
yes
no
it's food
I'm dead
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I always thought I needed nature to be able to write. Here lately, my muse has been a city dweller. If I walk in the woods, nothing comes. If I spend an hour in town, I'm so full of words I'm freaking out.
Weird.
according to some website, april 8th is rex manning day.
happy rex manning day! damn the man, save the empire!
We mustn’t dwell. Not today! Not on Rex Manning Day!
jesus was yeast
Happy Yeaster
Yeastus Christ...
Well. He is risen. That's a very today joke. And obvious. Ah, well.
"Write a micro fiction or a poem about meeting someone you admire for the first time." Oh, that's easy.
I wonder, though, if they'd appreciate the fact that I spent an hour finding the right thing to write it on... Finally settling on a blank page from the front of a junk action novel I got at the library for fifty cents.
I don't know, it just feels right. I don't think of grocery store notebooks and fountain pens when I think of them. I think of yellowed pages, found objects, and typewriter ribbons. I think of whiskey, smoke, and out of tune guitars. Nothing pristine, that's for sure.
im not really worried about aging because im only going to become hotter and more insane the older i get
creative angel gonna visit you tonight. you gonna get some idea
"Why Self-Publish Under Fascism?" by Marc Fischer, Public Collectors #96, May 2025, contact: [email protected] / www.publiccollectors.org
The rebirth and renewal of springtime is magical, and you cannot convince me otherwise. You could sit and explain the science behind the plants and animals showing themselves for the first time in half a year until we're both sick of it, and it would not matter.
This shit is magic.
How To Read Ezra Pound, Martin Espada
[If I knew that a fascist was a great poet I’d shoot him anyway]
