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Loud Coffee Press

Thanks for publishing my before-the-coffee poem!

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Join us in Serendipity!

There are still tickets left for tonight's reading, 7-8 PM! Please join us and support an independent bookstore during the pandemic!

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Tourist in My Own Mouth

Tourist In My Own Mouth
Oct 28th, 2020 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

I’m inside my own mouth, seeing what the dentist sees. I’m awed by the whiteness of my teeth – their lingual surfaces, anyway. I don’t notice the tongue, any more than a carpet under my feet. The teeth are like panels of marble. But they have labels on them, which seem to be just A4 sheets printed out and laminated, as we might stick up temporarily on an office door. Some of them seem to be self-praise for fillings and crowns: “Great Job!” and “Fabulous!” But there is criticism as well: “Lousy cap that she got in Italy in the 1990s.”

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The Reo Town anthology is featured in The City Pulse!

Thanks, City Pulse! Thanks, Matt! Page 48.
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"The Tilapial Tower"

Thanks to the Central Texas Writers Society for putting "The Tilapial Tower" in their new anthology, "Writers and Beyond"?

Twine

Thanks to Jennifer Minotti for publishing my poem "Twine" in the Journal of Expressive Writing! This was written for one of Mary Anna Scenga Kruch's workshops: an ekphrastic prompt, watching and listening to a pair of folk singers. https://www.journalofexpressivewritin...

Join us for an hour of poetry!

We all need help getting through this last month. Join us on October 29th for a reading with Laura Apol, Mary Anna Scenga Kruch and me! https://serendipity-books.com/three-p...

Ontological Question Within A Dream

I know I am asleep. I am floating, cruising through an old neighborhood. I recognize every detail of the houses and the trees. Perhaps I am just exploring the deepest, untouched basement spaces of my memory, where everything is stored? I float by an antique shop. The elderly owner, opening it up, looks at me. Now I muse: am I experiencing astral projection within my dream? I float by a little boy in black: going to a funeral? He is snagged on my floating robes, which are also black. I wonder: is this how one becomes, all unknowing, a witch?

http://entropy2.com/blogs/100words/20...

Anti-Trump Abecedarian

Published today on the Winedrunk Sidewalk.
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Themed poems in Necro's Justice issue

COVID tanka "Reversal," protest ghazal "Cadets in Donnyland," protest sonnet "Justice" and heroic couplets about the unheroic Jared Kusher: all in this issue! https://necroproductions.com/justice-...