Posted on September 16, 2008 by wincing.at.light
I’ve been down with the flu for the last couple of days, so rather than coming up with anything new, I’m taking this opportunity to share the work of others. About AJ Strong as a poet, I can’t really say enough. He bends words and moods into patterns that frequently make my head spin. Always [...]
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Posted on July 5, 2008 by wincing.at.light
Editorial preface: An absolutely brilliant online acquaintance of mine shared this poem a short while ago. It is, quite simply, one of the most profound pieces of Holocaust literature I’ve ever read, and that includes many of the works I studied at university under one of the world’s premier Holocaust scholars. Here’s a hint: If [...]
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Posted on June 23, 2008 by wincing.at.light
So you don’t feel like I’m completely ignoring you, I’ll give you this. D. —————————— A Thousand Words (Oil on Canvas) I took a walk in the woods today, thinking about you, gathering dry wood as I went. Crooked sticks, mottled with age, dark with rot, pitted from the weather. Metaphors for friendship, I suppose. [...]
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Posted on December 14, 2007 by wincing.at.light
Despite what our mothers whispered into our slumber lonesome ears on dulcet summer evenings, there is no magic in the moonlight. The forlorn ululation of coyotes amidst the bristlecone pine, yes. The rumble and shush of trucks barreling down I-70 to strange towns and stranger dreams, yes. The barks of dogs, the sweat of dew, [...]
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Posted on November 29, 2007 by wincing.at.light
When you set out to build a tower to the heavens, people will hold you, to your declared intentions, even if you didn’t ask for their input on the plans. There’s nothing wrong with hubris. Just be aware that the gawking crowd will hold you to the standard of the particulars and designs you’ve declared [...]
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Posted on November 19, 2007 by wincing.at.light
Day 1: I bought some arsenic. For the mice. Day 3: My wife was screaming at me this morning. All she ever does is make me miserable. So I put some arsenic in her coffee. Not enough to hurt her, and besides, she’ll never know. I just need to take control of something in my [...]
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Posted on November 16, 2007 by wincing.at.light
I’m sleepy today, so you get poetry. — Ed. Condensation Precipitation Evaporation Later, rinse, repeat. The wind blows; The storm clouds gather. The Rains come Followed by the inevitable Scorching glare of the infant sun. The sky is constantly falling. It’s the cycle of tumultuous And turbid renewal That washes us clean. The world renewed [...]
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Posted on November 14, 2007 by wincing.at.light
It occurs to me that since I’ve set the precedent of pimping poetry once already, I would be remiss if I failed to mention another poet for whom I hold a great deal of respect. (I’m no poet. I just happen to know people who are.) Arnie Strong is a site moderator over at Trupoets.com [...]
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Posted on November 13, 2007 by wincing.at.light
Things to Remember: 1. The keys to the shed are on the nail inside the garage door. 2. The dog is allergic to Cap’n Crunch. You’re allergic to naproxen. 3. Everyone you know wants something that you’ve got: your time, your money, your wife, children. Otherwise they wouldn’t be your friends. 4. There’s only one [...]
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Posted on November 7, 2007 by wincing.at.light
I’ve been reading Lucktown by South Carolina poet Bryan Penberthy once again. Pen’s collection won the National Poetry Review Book Prize for 2007. It is, in short, spectacular. I had the privilege of virtually meeting Pen nearly 8 years ago via our shared interest in sports text simulations (most notably, Front Office Football and Out [...]
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