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This weekend is our weekend to clean ALL THE THINGS, and in the process I rediscovered some found poetry I did over a year ago. To give my back a break from cleaning and to discard two more sheets of paper, I shall transcribe the worthy poems here.


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golden honeycomb
pregnant with
the world



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gold spheres
blossom and flourish
disrupt unidirectional rations


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baskets and rugs
richly textured
present trajectory and identity


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skyscraper deeply influenced by
false starts
and comic enlargements
of ancient monuments

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A rare, unlocked poem from my poem-a-day project. Enjoy?

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Lesson from the rain:
trying to fill a hole
only carves it deeper.

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Quinn McDonald has a great twist on found poetry that's bound to wonderfully disrupt your day. (oh Cthulhu, forgive me the puns; it's a sickness.) Use the titles on your book spines to compose poems. Here are two of mine:






The concept really lends itself to haiku, as you can see. The first one created some angst, because I couldn't BELIEVE I didn't have a copy of Alice in Wonderland. I'm convinced it's been STOLEN, or maybe just mis-shelved, perhaps downstairs in nonfiction. (heehee) But I do love the second. It's practically a synopsis of my novel in progress. 

Feel free to share your spine poetry in the comments!


cafenowhere: coffee cup with sugar packets that read WTF (drink me)
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Butterfly bush,
aptly named, flits
and is gone.



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cafenowhere: coffee cup with sugar packets that read WTF (bloody drinking)

Yesterday I finished reading Vampire Haiku by Ryan Mecum, which only took me maybe 12 days longer than it should've. Really, it's a vampire-diary-in-haiku of 130 wee pages. My only excuse is I was reading it in the dribs n drabs while waiting for Tweetie after skool.

The vampire narrator, William Butten, is a centuries-old hemophage in the tradition of Forrest Gump. His tale begins in 1620 (seriously predating the first recorded example of western haiku in 1800 or thereabouts) and flits  through history's greatest hits until 2009. William meets Davy Crockett, Emily Dickinson, PT Barnum, JD Salinger, Son of Sam, and, perhaps most ridiculous, Babe Ruth. These are 'ku only in the 5-7-5 sense, and few (if any) achieve the transcendence one would expect from the form. I did enjoy William's movie reviews, particularly his assessment of The Lost Boys.

Rarely has a film
made me want to jump in it
and kill the whole cast.


If the Frog Brothers
tried to stake me through the heart--
frog legs for dinner.

What would be better
than biting on a Corey?
Biting two Coreys.


I also like that he gives props to Kathryn Bigelow:
 
The only movie
that portrays the vampire well:
Bigelow's Near Dark.

"Let's put it this way.
I fought for the South. We lost."
Lance Henriksen rules!
 
William's fanboying over Near Dark is also evident in his MySpace profile, where he cites as favorite movies: Anything with Bill Paxton. (He lists Bunnicula as his favorite book.)
 
Mecum also wrote Zombie Haiku. I wouldn't mind skimming that one.
 
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cafenowhere: abby from TV show NCIS, eyes closed, listening to music (abby dreaming)
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midnight ku
pristine as the moon
gone by morning


For the first time in a long while, I had one of those middle-of-the-night brainstorms. Not surprisingly, it was during my manic swing on that Deceptively Good Day. I lay there in bed and marvelled at this perfect haiku I'd discovered. "Should I get up and write it down?" I wondered. "Nah, I've gotten better at remembering, and if I indulge this mania once, I'll be popping up all night."

Sure enough, that poem was long gone by morning. So I wrote this one instead. :)

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Yesterday was Steve McQueen's birthday! The King of Cool would've been 81 years old, had he not died in 1980 from cancer. A few of my favorite photos of McQueen:



Honestly? I think it's the socks. :)



I'm a sucker for a good dad.



Steve, making breakfast look damn irresistible. (1970)
cafenowhere: coffee cup with sugar packets that read WTF (abby)
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newspaper
open frozen on the snow
dead bird line

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cafenowhere: coffee cup with sugar packets that read WTF (drink me)
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misty morning
the world a glassine envelope
contents unclear

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cafenowhere: coffee cup with sugar packets that read WTF (book)



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buried under books
I mine pages for one word
bright and light as sky

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tear-drinking moth
won't wait for tragedy:
barbed proboscis




Madagascan moth sipping from sleeping bird's eye. Cross-posted to tumblr.

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cafenowhere: coffee cup with sugar packets that read WTF (chevy)
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your cramped hands relax
around wrenches and drills, but
never around me


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And as a bonus, an excerpt from a poem by Michael Gluck, translated by Rosanna Warren:


leave your tool-hand
in the week's glove
open your other hand


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No Relief

Aug. 4th, 2010 01:55 pm
cafenowhere: coffee cup with sugar packets that read WTF (silver teapots)
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crescent moon beak
pecks at my eyes, the night
a plague doctor

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cafenowhere: coffee cup with sugar packets that read WTF (dingo ate my baby crazy)
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old coop turned teahouse
ghost chickens squawk and peck at
pretentious ankles

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rain of teacups
roof to street / he dumps her lovelies
like she dumped him

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Delicacy

Jul. 30th, 2010 01:31 pm
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sugar-rimmed orchid,
despite poisonous rumors
I relish your flesh

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cafenowhere: teacup brimming with mysterious violet liquid (psychedelic tea)
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his dingy black Chucks
on our velveteen settee
like bruises on a debutante

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Firecracker

Jul. 4th, 2010 10:18 am
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fast fuse
my fist punched open
fingers aflame

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cafenowhere: coffee cup with sugar packets that read WTF (hansel and gretel)


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in the woods
little girl with a rabbit
in her mouth

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The Inspiration )
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tires through puddles:
velcro-ripping sound of
escape

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We are taking the fam to the Mississippi River Museum today.

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