Take What You Like

Sometimes, 

doing what's right 

means doing 

what's not right

for you.

a poem and notes on creation

Thinking and Drinking, Again

Clouds drift through a moonless
sea-sky. As I watch them
I wonder: Is God
sending me a message?

You are these midnight clouds,
God seems to say. Drifting, almost
invisible, there but not.
Silent, empty, ethereal.

I drain my glass and roll
over in the hammock.

Enough with the metaphors.

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I like this poem.

Easy enough to imagine this scene. Nothing out of the ordinary here. Just a man relaxing after a long day, sipping some scotch. The kids are in bed, dinner's dishes washed and put away. The man is relaxing in his hammock, watching the moon cross the sky. Letting his mind wander where it will.

He finds that he has reached a point in his life where he's near enough to death, and has enough time for such musings, that his mind often goes to spiritual places. Pondering God and death and his own place in the grand scheme. His thoughts run too deep, he sees a tiny corner of the truth and turns away from it.

This poem is pure fiction. It didn't happen. None of it. I don't even own a hammock. I did once, but somewhere along the line we gave it away or sold it at a garage sale. I don't drink scotch.

I do like to watch the moon and some nights, I suppose, there must be thin clouds trying desperately to cover it.

This is just an understanding of the possible, not something that actually occurred.

A List of Four Things

A few things I wanted to share:

1. I am on Facebook. I thought it was stupid at first, but I have connected with some very cool people from my past who I haven't seen in twenty-years. Also have met some cool new people.

2. You should really read this. And then this.

3. I am The Amazing Crusader. I am here to help.

4. Just today a friend told me that I'm "a freakin' genius."

Some Books You Need To Read NOW

My friend leah angstman, the brains and brawn of Propaganda Press, has published some amazing books of poetry recently. Here are my top five faves:

1. No One Gains Weight in the Shoulders by leah angstman

2. Nowhere, Utah, by justin.barrett

3. Poiesis #2, various authors

4. Taxi Cab Poet Confessions, Tribute to Dave Church, various authors

5. A Sound to Drive Away the Coming Darkness, by Christopher Cunningham

These books are filled with amazing poetry that you can no longer live without. Even if you normally don't read poetry, you need to buy these. Expand your horizons. Challenge your mind. You won't be sorry.

You can read reviews of some of these books at the nibble website.

You should probably also check out: Untitled, an alien here and These Poems Are Not Pink Clouds.

Remember, I'm here to help.

today is a good day for a poem

Any Excuse

I dare you out
into the snow,
watch your naked
body go pink
from the cold.

When you are
back in the heat,
nipples
erect,

I pull your
chill body down
atop my warmth,
a fevered reward.

justin.barrett

justin.barrett, famed poet and co-founder of the Melville-Sun Poetry Collaborative, had this to say about The Bones of Saints Under Glass:

what to say about Jeff. i’m honored to know him, his book is a masterpiece
i wish never existed merely because it makes my scribblings look neadertal-ish
in comparison. he’s a nice guy, too, which also sucks because that makes it
so much harder to hate him. but, i try

Damn, if only half of that were true...

You should visit Justin here.

Welcome

Welcome to my blog.

Now it's official, everyone in the u.s. between the ages of 9 and 59 has a blog. I was the last holdout.

I will use this space to post poems and other pointless stuff that seems interesting to me.

While you are here, click on the link to nibble or Bones. Better yet, go buy a copy of each! I hear the latest nibble is on sale...

Everyone loves a sale.