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cold mountain (15)

cold mountain (14)

my brother's transistor radio

FROM FIRST HAND EXPERIENCE I KNOW WHAT A DRAG IT IS

cold mountain (13)

snow this morning

a good thing to have

snow

LATE FOR NIGHT SHIFT AT THE MEDITATION FACTORY WHERE WE MAKE MEDITATION

zen is

at the intersection of hollywood and poetry

yesterday on cold mountain I spent hours on

the importance of learning how to count

after eating, you could say

my life

king lear (2)

king lear

Louis Ferdinand Celine

thank you

design flaw

A POEM FOR GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS (circa 84 BC - circa 54 BC) WHO WAS KIND OF A 'BIG DEAL' BACK IN THE DAY

a good word, a simple word

cold mountatin (12)

IF I KEPT A DIARY (WHICH I DON'T) IT WOULD BE SLOPPILY MAINTAINED AND THIS ASPECT OF MY DIARY WOULD BE A SOURCE OF SOME BACKWARD PRIDE, PERHAPS

the beauty of the shell-like human ear

on music

cold mountain (11)

a book

caught looking at the american apparel

what Gordon Lish told me in a letter

too much coffee?

heirloom

zen moment

lines for a future cage

in praise of

published

tangerines

for a certain poet, renowned

cold mountain (10)

regimen (2)

regimen

weather

fine dining

insult mind

question for my non-existent reader

Saint Valentine's Massacre

cold mountan (9)

cold mountain (8)

standing in a ditch a guy asks me for directions

basho

cold mountain (7)

cold mountain (6)

someone from work phoned to ask if i would come in on my day off as it was busy and Sven was sick and so the department was short-staffed and

cold mountain (5)

mother look what i can do

poem in two parts or sections

poetics

word I made up for use in a sestina

cold mountain (4)

cold mountatin (3)

cold mountain (2)

parataxis

cold mountain

trees without leaves in springtime

typo, example of

astrological forecast for geminis

math

history of rock and roll in a weird nutshell

second floor mud room

either or

poem

the knife sharpener

I LIKE THE LONG TITLE. THE LONG TITLE IS SOMETHING I LIKE. IT ISN'T CLEAR TO ME WHY THIS IS SO BUT IT

bravery

to all whom I offend

Leonard Cohen

middle aged poet practices typing with eyes closed going at speed far in excess of what is possible with his pre-arthritic fingers

word

elements

ordinary

encycling like a dorm head forger

poem

book recommendations