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Everyday Horror
In a quiet room Surrounded though alone, Eyes stare blankly- Mind’s stuck in a phone.
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Reassessing Religion
Thou shall not behead Anyone, ever. Thou shall not use the “Lord’s” name in vain. Thou shall not wage Wars in my honor. Thou shall not Believe in fictitious “Gods”. *** Questions for Asking: If I...
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Modern Poetry in a Nutshell
Some transcendental thought about my present situation: O’ angst, O’ cigarettes, O’ beer, O’ my identity, O’ job, O’ rent, O’ apparent unique awareness in a bubble, misconstrued, and lain out before...
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Minneapolis Offers A Melting Pot Literary Scene
Sure, they tell you to join their literary groups in order to get your words read, in order to get your art noticed, in order to make an impression on the blossoming local scene. Well, it’s just that:...
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Epiphany at a U Slam Event
To my astonishment there was none— people were content with old formulas and bad news. The “best poet I know” spoke there. It was a real treat. *** Knowing that, I can sleep a lot, a lot easier. Yawn.
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Modern Eulogy
Now if you die the newspaper will proudly display the worst selfie that you ever took in your whole life on its front page, next to big bold print and bullshit ads and sports team’s manufactured...
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Simple Satisfaction
Once I thought I would try something new. It garnered no notice and nothing happened. I felt good because I was doing what I loved. It didn’t matter about recognition in the end.
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For-Profit Poets (What Bugs Me)
i wonder if the gnat in the shower mist understands that money changes art. the very idea of creating something for pay transforms the something you create. as if you aren’t going at it for self, but...
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15 minutes or less
i see desperation in this fable: they want to be so badly noticed for situations and placement of mainstream sordid pasts; not unlike the light rail horns at stray pedestrians midst tracks, headphones...
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ratings (unsolicited writers)
and the tumescence of our local bards, hatred for love handles’ burn, a lost day on some river in the sun, what could be worse? i imagine a world where we all do the same thing very well, and together,...
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