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Transparency – Journal 3/27/17

So where was I this weekend? Why, I was in North Bend, Washington, with my lovely girlfriend! Spent the weekend with her. Lotta poems gonna come out of that, for sure. North Bend is absolutely gorgeous, and if you ever get the chance to go through the Snoqualmie Pass, you ought to take it if you’re on a road trip or something.

Took a lot of photos, did some writing, and have to compile it all neatly! That stuff should show up here on Radio Reality City in about May. Maybe. I have a lot to go...

Transparency – 3/27/17 Journal

So where was I this weekend? Why, I was in North Bend, Washington, with my lovely girlfriend! Spent the weekend with her. Lotta poems gonna come out of that, for sure. North Bend is absolutely gorgeous, and if you ever get the chance to go through the Snoqualmie Pass, you ought to take it if you’re on a road trip or something.

Took a lot of photos, did some writing, and have to compile it all neatly! That stuff should show up here on Radio Reality City in about May. Maybe. I have a lot to go...

War

Doesn’t matter
Sardonicism

Make every move cold
And calculated
To the last number

We’re gathering strength
In the opposition

We’re defying expectations
With our
Master strategy

Or so it would seem

Where we might find
The vulnerabilities

Troops on every border
We’ve withdrawn
Our ambassadors

And diplomats

Put up all our sanctions
And declared war

Without a congress

Every action has
A thousand and three
Contingencies

And we have operations
Plans
Contracts with blackwater
Mercenaries

And we’ve t...

A Parody by My Brothers

Eternal darkness

Is all I see
That time you left me
In Rainbow Siege

Darkness surrounds me
Collapsing in

Silence

In the distance
I see a crow

Caw caw

Filed under: February Era (III)

Seeing In A Cool New Way – Journal 3/22/17

Something horrible happened this week. Just kidding, I’m fucking fine.

But now that you’re reading I’ve got some cool new stuff that I’m excited to mess around with! The story goes: for Christmas, someone got me a $50 Amazon gift card. I’ve only used that to get one thing (a PlayStation Network $10 card, to buy into microtransactions on the game For Honor, and which I ended up regretting days later), so this past Saturday I’ve decided to sit down and look through my Amazon wishlist and see wh...

Unfathomable Paranoia

Pit of the stomach feels
Immense

Empty

Like there’s air inside
But it’s escaping through
A little needle hole

Filed under: February Era (III)

Euphoria

Waking up on the
Bedroom floor

Drifting through the haze
Of her governor’s house

in Olympia

And perusing the things
Its artists make

On the streets of
Capitol

Downtown
I can’t crow about it enough

Nor her
The association

We already have the dossier
And the investigation’s

Been long underway

So much evidence
So many things

And pangs
Back and forth the fibers

From those moments
To now

Future affecting the past
Affecting the present

All the moments
All tangled up

All converging at one spot
Where...

1150 PM

There’s a lantern
In my front yard,
Lighting the snow
That’s drifting by

Up to eight inches now
Some cracking branches
Are the only sounds
In the silent snowfall

Burying the streets
And the grass

Loading up the trees
And still packing in fast

Filed under: February Era (III)

SLAM Meeting 2/3/17

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I’m surrounded by writers
Of all different
Branches and offshoots
Of the English division

With a thick leather binder
Full of printed paper
Submissions from all
Around the college

Boxed Starbucks symboled
Coffee behind me
Cookies and pastries
And brownies

More hard copies
Of late submissions

On the Agenda:

Introductions
Overview of process + Q&A
Set date for next meeting
Discuss poetry
Discuss essays
Discuss drama
Final thoughts

Corrina Wycoff,
Myself,
Michael Roberts,
Nikki who writes ficti...

Questions, Comments, Concerns? – Journal 3/19/17

About to fire up the incense and put on some music (and no, for once that isn’t a metaphor for anything). I guess I’m a motherfucking blogger now. God dammit.

That’s the one thing I like to joke about regarding online bullshit, you know? Whenever something mildly annoys me, I mention “I’m gonna go home and blog about this later” because that’s what a stereotypical tumblrina would do. But fuck me if I don’t actually have a blog in this website.

I’ve always wanted to have some kind of journal s...