I can’t ever fill in the blank
Theres no creative bone in my body
A thin white woman’s
Bones after thirty resort to
Emptying themselves of
And then some
Offshoot of
Milk calcium is given
Theres no hair raised
I’ve waxed and waned
In this shower no hilarity just
Every so often skin like acetate
Every day you floss and it
Still stinks
Every other you wash droplets off
And whole sinks
Are stopped
From inside this our shed
Ive no lasting reflection to make
I am everchangingly fill in the blank
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Update Sleeping With the Sun In His Eyes Update
Sleeping With the Sun In His Eyes: A Lost Boy At Home In the Worldby Akol Ayii Madut & Bree is ready for the printer and only thanks to you. Many people preordered the book, and a good number donated $35 dollars or more as special patrons, so almost half of the printing fees were raised together. Yahoo! And now but for a few hitches the book can be made and in hand by sometime January. The goal was to release the book, a tale woven of Sudanese history, the personal story of the Sudanese Lost Boy Akol, and my own ramblings as he and I worked this project to fruition, by January 1st because that is the birthday so many Lost Boys were assigned when they came to live as citizens in America. I don't know that this release date is possible, but I am happy to say its "in the works".
so I'll say it again It's in the Works!!!
While it is too late to be a special patron and land your name on the acknowledgements page, we are still taking preorders. If you want a copy they are 15 dollars each and three additional dollars to ship (covers up to three books). All forms of payment are accepted so send a check, cash or credit card number (with expiry) to Green Panda Press 3174 Berkshire Road Cleveland Heights OH 44118 or email greenpandapress@gmail.com with any inquiry.
Include shipping address and email with your order.
thanks thanks thanks
While it is too late to be a special patron and land your name on the acknowledgements page, we are still taking preorders. If you want a copy they are 15 dollars each and three additional dollars to ship (covers up to three books). All forms of payment are accepted so send a check, cash or credit card number (with expiry) to Green Panda Press 3174 Berkshire Road Cleveland Heights OH 44118 or email greenpandapress@gmail.com with any inquiry.
Include shipping address and email with your order.
thanks thanks thanks
This poem is called we are all orange
for you, Gearity
This poem is called we are all orange
They asked me to speak to you
About poetry, diversity
To say we are the same would
Cause scandal, controversy
To say whether we are sisters
Or brothers, adults or coming up
We’re all corrupt and are corrupted
To say we start out right, even
If we are interrupted, to say we
Start out downright perfect,
o Say, somewhere someone loves us,
Even if it's just one person who isn’t nuts
To say we start out fresh and gather
Dust, to say we have the world in the
Palm that grows outside our huts
In the hassles happening outside
Our castles, to suggest the streets we
Walk to stand in line for the bus
Or limo, tractor, compact, Hummer, trailer, SUV
To suggest those streets are any less than
What makes us us
So so we grow every day we listen up
To the traffic, (o say can we?)
Beats in tires squeal ling
Drums in the weathermen flying
In the copters, songs in the ivy
And the pattern that it makes
On buildings, sweet and ill feelings
Climb up
What climbs on us? What jive shucks?
Black yellow brown red and white
Fingers grip a pen or punch a pad to write
Man woman child and in between
Copy down to share what they’ve seen
Whether voices carry on with fictions
Or speak personal truths to say we
Are the same is contra(diction)
Diction means to speak
Make us proud
Make it from the heart
So we can see we
So we can see what’s we
So you can see that you
And i are me
Yeah right, you and what army?
The power of the pen the sword
Cuts down the might of
Buildings, businesses, mayors
Contracts, cancers, districts
Color blinds venetian opening
Consciousness like traffic widens
Power of the pen so much stronger
Than living in one
Opening consciousness
Doles out beats
Could walk or could be walking beats
Could strum or drum or try’n compete
With the sounds outside and ivy growing
Patterns round the style you all
Are just now knowing
That you that makes you you
And me you too you
Yoo hoo –did you say diversity?
To say you’re me would cause a scandal
Differences is who it is that just loves us
Cause they give the boost so you
And I can know just what is what
Is that’s what
Blue green violet and orange
In sixth grade the joke was ‘nothing rhymes with
Orange’, but I’m not listening
When fruit is just been washed its glistening
When I speak my rhymes whole hoards are
Listening, so when they say cant you rhyme
You spit o-range
Ohio’s in the foothills of mountain o ranges
We climb and descend
o Cleveland we can’t rhyme with us
In the sunset we are orange, all of us
When the sun sets another day makes history
o We start out right, we climb we.
This poem is called we are all orange
They asked me to speak to you
About poetry, diversity
To say we are the same would
Cause scandal, controversy
To say whether we are sisters
Or brothers, adults or coming up
We’re all corrupt and are corrupted
To say we start out right, even
If we are interrupted, to say we
Start out downright perfect,
o Say, somewhere someone loves us,
Even if it's just one person who isn’t nuts
To say we start out fresh and gather
Dust, to say we have the world in the
Palm that grows outside our huts
In the hassles happening outside
Our castles, to suggest the streets we
Walk to stand in line for the bus
Or limo, tractor, compact, Hummer, trailer, SUV
To suggest those streets are any less than
What makes us us
So so we grow every day we listen up
To the traffic, (o say can we?)
Beats in tires squeal ling
Drums in the weathermen flying
In the copters, songs in the ivy
And the pattern that it makes
On buildings, sweet and ill feelings
Climb up
What climbs on us? What jive shucks?
Black yellow brown red and white
Fingers grip a pen or punch a pad to write
Man woman child and in between
Copy down to share what they’ve seen
Whether voices carry on with fictions
Or speak personal truths to say we
Are the same is contra(diction)
Diction means to speak
Make us proud
Make it from the heart
So we can see we
So we can see what’s we
So you can see that you
And i are me
Yeah right, you and what army?
The power of the pen the sword
Cuts down the might of
Buildings, businesses, mayors
Contracts, cancers, districts
Color blinds venetian opening
Consciousness like traffic widens
Power of the pen so much stronger
Than living in one
Opening consciousness
Doles out beats
Could walk or could be walking beats
Could strum or drum or try’n compete
With the sounds outside and ivy growing
Patterns round the style you all
Are just now knowing
That you that makes you you
And me you too you
Yoo hoo –did you say diversity?
To say you’re me would cause a scandal
Differences is who it is that just loves us
Cause they give the boost so you
And I can know just what is what
Is that’s what
Blue green violet and orange
In sixth grade the joke was ‘nothing rhymes with
Orange’, but I’m not listening
When fruit is just been washed its glistening
When I speak my rhymes whole hoards are
Listening, so when they say cant you rhyme
You spit o-range
Ohio’s in the foothills of mountain o ranges
We climb and descend
o Cleveland we can’t rhyme with us
In the sunset we are orange, all of us
When the sun sets another day makes history
o We start out right, we climb we.
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