so stoked to be part of this upcoming anthology from Civil Coping Mechanisms
40 LIKELY TO DIE BEFORE 40: THE FIRST ALT LIT ANTHOLOGY
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moved into a new house on the web // let's make something together!
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Fault is sending poem txts every day in March // they published mine on Day 1 //
Get yours here!
http://www.ƒault.net/contacts/new
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This Tuesday - my 1st reading of 2014, at the Makeout Room in SF! What the hell do I like? Find out I guess.
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holidaze poem swap
The Sophies // Amy Berkowitz
My high school had two Sophies. They were seniors when I was a freshman and I quietly adored them. They listened to Bikini Kill and wore as little as possible. My favorite Sophies outfit was two tube tops: one as a shirt and one as a skirt. The school administrators were always calling one or the other into the principal's office for... what, exactly? Our school didn't have a dress code. It was the kind of school where you'd have to set your electric guitar on fire in the hallway in order to get suspended. The Sophies were expressing a disregard for our serious learning environment. The Sophies were distracting the other students. The Sophies were putting themselves in a vulnerable position. Sometimes they sent the Sophie home, sometimes made her put on clothes from the lost and found. While one Sophie was waiting to speak to the principal, the other was stalking the halls with her long legs, bare shoulders, and tight lycra. Holding down the fort, making the debate team swoon, keeping the hallways a safe place to be dangerous and cool
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hello hello
been absent from writing + poems + stuff
working on stuff with Swells
this is a demo of one of our new tunes.
more of our shit is here -
soundcloud.com/weareswells
facebook.com/swellsband
rad
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“every morning
you’re not here
rapping bubba sparxxx
grabbing my flat ass
to wake me up
i grab it myself
i can’t rap
i don’t wake up”
—
“i found you, ms. new booty," a poem from Wikipedia Says It Will Pass by Diana Salier, reviewed at The Rumpus by Jeff Alessandrelli.
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let's make love like it's 12.20.12
[ this poem is about to become irrelevant ]
let's make love like it's 12.20.12
2012 is coming
is the world going to end
if it is then it is
and i'll die when i'm 26
i had this girlfriend once
we made an emergency escape plan
that if california broke apart
from the rest of these united states
we'd walk down the street
to each other's apartments
and reunite among the chaos
assuming we still had legs
and were still on speaking terms
after we broke up there was an earthquake
and the next time i saw her
i said did you feel the earthquake
and she said did you think of our emergency escape plan
and i was embarrassed
but it was too late to go back
and she says baby i knew you were scared
and wants to hold me
once i was playing a game
and this iphone ad said
we could all use more hugs and kisses
but if the world ends on 12 21 12
hugs and kisses are not gonna stop it
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this is my favorite poem
i haven't posted in forever and i'm not here to weigh in on the alt-lit discussion, just wanted to give you my favorite poem ever because i've been trying to write and i have a lot on my mind and i feel like i'm on the verge of something possibly -
Morning by Frank O'Hara
I've got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death
in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe
chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow
At night on the dock
the buses glow like
clouds and I am lonely
thinking of flutes
I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine
although I never weep
and hold you in my
heart with a very real
humor you'd be proud of
the parking lot is
crowded and I stand
rattling my keys the car
is empty as a bicycle
what are you doing now
where did you eat your
lunch and were there
lots of anchovies it
is difficult to think
of you without me in
the sentence you depress
me when you are alone
Last night the stars
were numerous and today
snow is their calling
card I'll not be cordial
there is nothing that
distracts me music is
only a crossword puzzle
do you know how it is
when you are the only
passenger if there is a
place further from me
I beg you do not go
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this made me LOL
or chuckle out loud
COL
When you realize someone already wrote something similar to the poem you are writing, and that their poem is way better
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BY: JUSTIN CARTER
Diana Salier contributes to this blog & one time we started a collaboration that I never finished working on because I am really bad at finishing shit. Hey Diana, will email you later with 90s lyrics. Okay. Okay.
I said that because I am really biased & should not be...
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i spent the weekend in seattle with all these attractive northwest folks and then blogged about it
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AVAILABLE NOW
AVAILABLE NOW
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Poetry collections are tricky. Poets are tricky, to be precise, but more on that later. I flip through poetry collections like a child in search of buried treasure in their backyard, always looking for that elusive line that draws me in and makes me decide, yes, I want to read this, I want to...
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THIS IS ME IN MY PAJAMAS (PORTLAND, OR)
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Portland - Day 2.
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