Tag: Books

7 Daily Prompts

I sing the body barcode, a song of the UPC. The canto is a digital coo, a soul in parts, composed inside a theme of headers, background, and fonts. At the heart is a word genie, that inner crank of my machine, creating unique…

By The Book

I came from chaotic matter, unformed, unnamed, a forest of thought, discord, a region of unlikeness. But now I am formed, symmetrical, a language, a song, a poem, matter between skin, meanings I would like to think of as endowed with light. I did…

I Used To Swim The River

I remember swimming against your current, only to find myself stuck, muscles not strong enough to make progress. I learned to swim with you. I remember heading for your deepest channels, where the big ships travel, catching large wakes. Your cautions were always whispers….

Known

  Being poetic can be accidental However, Being a poet is no accident  

Kiss (Portrait 11)

The streets at night shimmer under the emerging, movement of streetlights. It’s the tree limbs that cause their action. Above them, wires stretch into an evolution of light and dark. Of course, that’s where we kiss. Where else? And it’s a damn good smooch….

Poetics

Feel free to make representations out of your own fiction. Be careful when you make representations of someone else’s truth.      

Undertow

A reader dips a hand Into swift water Waiting in initial silence To be taken by the current   An author swims Without life preserver Arms….splashing Yelling towards the shoreline

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