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Frank settled down in the Valley, hung his wild years on a nail he drove through his wife’s forehead

“Some things are so small that you don’t notice them. Others are so big you run right into them before you know what they are.” –Samuel Delany, Einstein Intersection Imagine that you and a group of friends have been in … Continue reading

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No more sonnets.

Not “no more sonnets ever”, but I’m not going to finish my 31 in 31 days.  Just got overwhelming after a while. Still my favorite poetic form, though.

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Some Notes Towards A Meta-epistemological Manifesto

I had an epiphany today. I have always mistrusted the concept of genre.  It has seemed to me to be both a hobble and a crutch.  By which I mean that by accepting a specific genre designation an author restricted … Continue reading

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Mr. Mephistopheles, dressed in red Wrote a letter to The Times He considered carefully what he said And mailed it with two shiny dimes Miss Antigone, pretty young thing Hung herself on the telegraph wire For seven days they let … Continue reading

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Everybody walks in the Kingdom of the Ants Everybody dances on Butterfly Hill Turn around bend down pull up your pants Run as fast as you can and now stand still Nobody wants to be the last in line Turn … Continue reading

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Look to the skies, the monsters cried loud A warning will come from the sky We waited for fire to fall from a cloud Certain that we would soon die Time is short, the end is near The monsters cried … Continue reading

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Where have all the children gone, marching off to peace Singing songs and waving flags and crying up the heaven Praying to their inner gods that fighting all would cease Shouting to the world with the sound turned to eleven … Continue reading

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