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In an age of so much door-stop wisdom in flashy colors and streams,
Profundity hides harder to recognize in tastes-great–less-filling sweetie ah-bites.
And when everyone’s grandmother publishes, words do not come easily any more, all lost in
Endless letters combined, re-combined and strewn everywhere, making
Nonsense seem sense or not even bothering, words without aching indescribably churning or heart-
Rent fluid affecting, infectious and ever-in-the ears and eyes inscription, just syllables,
I can’t hear myself think over the noise of it, the shrill deprecating humor,
Blunt, sword-slicing insults and chiding, scolding and deriding, nothing but chatter-ful ticks.
How to be mindful when the mind chitters and bakes under the halitosis heat?
Sweltering discomfort in knowing my life is in the hands of self-sabotaging
Zealots and bonzai bitchers and moaners, paraders and inert blabberers.
But there is some thing, something…
I see it in the piss-yellow plumped plastic medicine bag
pole-hanging to high heaven
with streaming liquid hope in thin rubber tubes of curative culture like an i.v. of satisfaction.
It’s there in the splayed legs of a stiffening spider fending off the drain holes’ draw
with the unfathomable force that those toothpick sticks belie as the pounding punishing pulse of the
thunderous shower stream pushes and the suction below pulls.
That’s the way it is with nature and words, that suspension between sense and salvation.
Link to the Amazon page is now available here.
Yep, it’s been a work in progress for several months. What started as a fun sort of idea tossed around by members of a splinter group from last April’s Poetry Marathon, developed into a full fledged complete work of passion of …you guessed it, some poets. I am proud to call myself one of those poets.
This collection of Poetry Marathon survivors’ poetry is not only an ecclectic mix of perspectives and styles but also a visually stunning display of photography and art talent. My humble contributions to the published work have appeared here on this blog, but the poems’ textures change just a little when dressed up in a professional compilation nested among so many other talents.
My gratitude cannot be measured for the work of the editors and all who brainstormed to get the thing off the floor and out the door. It’s no mean feat to get 50 some odd creative types to agree and collaborate with a single aim. There were casualties on the way. But those who persevered deserve to see their accomplishment come to fruition.
Look us up on Amazon. More specific links (and shameless plugs) to come. 🙂