Daily Archives: April 26, 2008

all the blogged poems and flash fictions…

here’s a list with links of all the blogged poems, in no particular order.

so, i whiffed the dates when i was busy and whiffed international pixelated technopeasant day a little bit.

still, look below and notice that this isn’t even half of everything i’ve given for your reading pleasure, totally free and creative commons’d on this blog.

bees don’t

philly versus dallas

excerpts from an architecture textbook, translated into english for non-architects

further excerpts from an architecture textbook

further excerpts from an architecture textbook

again, excerpts from an architecture textbook

excerpts from an architecture textbook, a little longer

name him like a man

the liars

sentimental mercantilism

bear

abandoned prose (look below the prose i abandoned for the poem.)

teenagers with cellphones

musicbox ghost (along with most excellent music video that inspired the poem.)

jade

super dead boy

bye bye bye bye bye bi berlin

a little poem for the children about how a prince saved the kingdom from a giant spider

a very, very crappy romance villanelle that i am ashamed of composing

robot prostitute speaks

revenge of the thunderlizards II

life never stops for anyone

lovestory of beatrix fortuna

aspirin love

invisible deer

roe deer at a stream

simplicity

after “the anger of achilles” by jacque louis-david

robert shirtliffe, (this poem originally appeared in tipton poetry journal #4)

three poems in a house

nyc in the bloodstream

greenland

tamarind

orange suede parable

blues songs remixed into sonnets

another blues song remixed into a sonnet

the very first blues song i remixed into a sonnet

banged my head on a counter and it hurt very, very much

cowboy at breakfast

when the eggs are all invisible (this one got its line formatting messed up. i should totally fix that sometime.)

yesterday and i have all we need
(another one with messed up line formatting. must have been my fault on whatever machine i was using at the time, wherever i was at the time.)

one more night in berlin

night flight, first appearing in tipton poetry journal #7

fragment after altes pinarkotekt

deer

what will they do when the president is gay?

snippets of half-remembered poetry from long ago

vaguely remembered fragments of lost poetry

my apologies, dearest emily

finally, the two poems i composed specifically for the holiday in question.

flash fiction: father
some flash fiction i put up in honor of pixelated technopeasant day last year: ein euro, bitte
Ooh, also here’s a short story I still hear people liked called “Baboons”

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In Honor of International Pixelated Technopeasant Day

Yes, that was on the 23rd, and I am late.

But, I give away a lot of stuff around these parts, so don’t you worry none about exactly what day is what.

I was busy, and I wanted to produce some new, original stuff.

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Two original poems:

“Pretty Ladies”

pretty ladies like coathangers with hips
sipping wine they’ll never complete –
there’s some trees – white christmas lights –
in spring

these bored ones – twos – and threes
speak lovers as if the man
never held a gun to her
as if mortgages aren’t the same as guns
as if a child is only a child
is only a child

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“New Cities”

i thought i could escape this town by train
again, then at every step i heard my city’s
Name – more pretty girls in white sell tschibo coffee,
pastries, smiles and beside that
a turkish man called me by my city’s
Name – i recognized his hands
his voice
his food
the money

i slept in new apartments
square walls and square windows
over streets as square as memories
fitting together in streetlamp blocks
and new furniture that, in the dark,
felt the same, fed me the same dreams

that night, if i turned on the lights
i know exactly where i’ll be.

a hand turns a doorknob – both mine
behind the door, a sitting woman
blinks into her palms like mirrors
a standing man smiles, both happiness
and sadness in his teeth – he urges
me to go –
just go –
to the train station

to a new city – i can start again

i can rediscover my mistakes.

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