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I spent the weekend getting my read on. For the first time, I obtained hard copies of Poetry Volume 2 and 3. I ‘m about half way through volume two. Needless to say, it hurts. However I am happy to finally reach a point, two years after it came out, where I can fold open the spine and say, “Damn. All of that happened.”
Naturally I’ve already found formatting quirks and other ickies that will require further attention. I figure if someone is going to put me on their bookshelf, at least I can pretty up the product.
Something interesting I’ve learned since I started publishing poetry is that when I discus my writing with people, they’re happy to talk novel, short story or the executive writing I do by day. Once I mention the poetry books, all I usually get are nervous shifts and averted eye contact. (more…)
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I’ve been writing a lot of poetry lately. On that note, I traveled over to Lulu land to order some of my books and actually read them. I’m considering a “Lost Years” volume.
Anyways, I giggled and blushed when I realized that I sold a few books in December. So shout out to the lovers that put my pages on their shelf.
It is bloody freezing in New York City. I nearly froze walking to work yesterday, there’s a 50% 50% chance I will today. It’s 10F, -12C. Why would anyone go outside when it’s -12C?
Alas, I digress. Like I was saying, poetry.
deviation of desire
this distraction was never permanent.
not when her shoes were still in the closet.
a careless but meaningful sentiment,
like not needing something but wanting it.
you cried about how pretty ugly is,
it’s not about this. it’s not about her.
i never assumed there would be a quiz,
and most of our time turned into a blur.
unoccupied spirits like falling cards
merge into each other on city streets.
whatever doesn’t stick will soon discard,
release meaningless or accept defeat.
without gravity hearts cannot stay here,
a steadfast awareness of disappear.
post initial encounter
I started waking up
at 3am. Every morning,
a quiet hour of yoga
A few twirls. Chai.
later I was
at board tables and
you were fixing
and both of us
wondered how some
things cannot be seen
hot skin texture
to inflict a
and i recalled.
to capture a
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I’ve been blessed to encounter a collection of Entrepreneurs as of late. I think it’s sexy that New York City is a legitimate hub of passion and ideas and people willing to dedicate their life to such a creative, sky-is-the-limit approach to existence.
I guess what I’m saying is that I have been more inspired than I have felt for a decent section of time. And we know how much I adore being inspired. (more…)