Poetry blog Rusty Truck posted my poem “Work Hurts” today in company with a batch of outlaw writing. This piece refers to a short-lived temp work assignment I had at the main USPS office in DC many years ago. You can read it here.
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“Hashing the Input” with related video and stills in Otoliths
Otoliths #46, the southern autumn issue, is finally live on the web. A massive collection of visual, textual and video works, the issue includes my text poem “Hashing the Input” along with a link to the “Succubus Highway” video poem, and six stills from that video piece. The stills and video incorporate a section of the text piece: “lies like flames dance across time.” You can check out the whole package here.
“Tame Me Baudelaire” and two others in Midnight Lane Boutique
Early this morning, three of my poems went live on Midnight Lane Boutique: “Margin Flowers,” “Eat this History,” and “Tame Me Baudelaire.” You can read them here. As a bonus, a link to my music video “Fire Dance” is included.
Midnight Lane Boutique features outlaw poetry with a dark tone, with great visual design. Well worth exploring.
“Imaginary Mind” and three others in Full of Crow
Yesterday Full of Crow published four of my poems in its huge Spring/Summer double issue: “Imaginary Mind,” “The People Next Door,” “Lure of the 70s,” and “The Day of Dreams and Awakenings.” You can read them here.
“Last Nickle Phone Call” in Your One Phone Call; 4 visual poems in The New Post-literate
A couple new publications went live today.
My text poem “Last Nickle Phone Call” appeared in the literary blog Your One Phone Call. This one features a recurring character in my poetry–Ouija, basically a living “mystifying oracle.” You can read it here.
Four visual poems appeared in the weblog The New Post-literate, which “explores asemic writing in relation to post-literate culture.” Asemic writing includes any kind of marks that seem like they might be writing, or suggest some intent to convey meaning. You can view the images here. All four pieces are stills taken from my video poem “Earth Remains Flat,” which can be seen on my Bionic Eyes YouTube channel here.
“Some New Wizard at the Wheel” in Streetcake
This morning my poem “Some New Wizard at the Wheel” went live in Streetcake magazine, Issue 53. You can read it here.
The poem is one of a series inspired by lost civilizations around the world. Under the current American regime, it seems important to examine the fragility of languages, cultures and nations.
Flashback: “The Real Revolution” in Flipside
That time my poem “The Real Revolution” appeared in Flipside #85, from July/Aug 1993. When their poetry editor Pooch accepted it, he said he liked it because he wasn’t into Bikini Kill.
I’ve always thought they were a great band, and their concert in a park near the Capitol in DC was one of the best I’ve ever seen. Kathleen Hanna was looking pretty good in a tight t-shirt and a black miniskirt, but as a married man and a feminist, I wasn’t there to watch cute girls, just to see a great band play great music. There’s no denying that sexuality was part of their presentation. But what if (male) audiences rejected sexual posturing and just viewed people as people, regardless of gender?
“What You’ll Never Be” in In Between Hangovers
Today, my poem “What You’ll Never Be” appeared in poetry blog In Between Hangovers. You can read it here.
Three poems in Anti-Heroine Chic
Today, three of my poems appeared in the online literary journal Anti-Heroine Chic : “The Pancake Face of Terror,” “Dreams Going Home,” and “So Far Out of the World.” You can read them here.
“Walked Over” in Stepaway Magazine
Today, my poem “Walked Over” appeared in Stepaway Magazine #24. You can read it here. This poem was written a while ago, but I still walk to the garage (a different one) to pick up my car after repairs. My 2000 Toyota Corolla is in the shop now, again. I seem to be replacing it piece by piece.
A fascinating journal focusing on writing about walking through urban environment, Stepaway Magazine features poems and stories by, for and about the modern day flaneur or deriviste. Those are fancy French terms for people who roam without purpose through a city. I’ve done my share of that, especially while putting up stickers in various cities. One day, maybe I’ll start writing about those experiences.
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