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The Internet Is Amazing 04.20.13

Inkchanger got its first shout out! It’s a must-read book for the summer.

Women hesitate to write male leads because they say they can’t find the voice. But you can.

Poetry isn’t magic; it has rules. Treat it with care and thought.

…so Tylenol is awesome.

The worst book of all time is available to read!

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Time skips

Everything’s dulled.

Moving in slow-motion.

Edges softened.

Faraway echoes.

Brightness scaled back.

Half-heart-beats.

Everything’s too sharp.

Speeding to a blur.

Razor-fine poignancy.

Shouting voices.

Technicolor palette.

Palpitations.

I’m here,

caught

between

half-time

and

double-time,

looking for

time

to do it

all

before

it’s too late.

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One True Regret

Grey everything

Sometimes, you sit down, and there aren’t words for the day.

You’ve tapped the bottom of the keg.

Familiar low-grade mania visits me during this editing lull.

The weather swinging wildly along.

News that normally slides past me brings tears and chills.

Scared for my country’s future.

Surgery day is artificially remote on my emotional horizon.

Another fragile moment of relief.

The sky is grey;

the world is grey;

I am grey.

Everything teetering on the edge of

sliding back into winter, and

nothing is as it s...

Want a signed copy of Inkchanger?

So, uh, I have one lonely paper copy ofInkchanger sitting around my house, staringforlornlyat me from the bookshelf, wondering why no one loves it. I’ve also had a couple of people ask to buy signed copies from me. The solution seemed pretty obvious.

But first, a caveat (or bonus, depending on how you look at it): This is the last copy of the accidental “first edition” set. Making a long story quite short, there was a printing error with the cover that’s since been corrected. So, if you bought...

Missing summer

Forecast: sunshine, thunderstorms, seventies for the first time this year

I’m beyond ready for stinky sandals, no sleeves, on the beach with a beer

Chase away winter’s chill in my bones, rev my engine, my head clear

But there’s a taint to the anticipation

A pall of clinging desperation

To squeeze every warm degree, each speck of spring from the grey sky

Drown myself in the reviving heat of summer before it rushes by

In a haze of narcotics, convalescence, immobility, and sighs

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Countdown

2-9

29

Twenty-nine

Days left

My age

My countdown

Nesting

Declining

Summer invites

Wasting time

I don’t have

Maybe tomorrow

It will feel

Less real

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Attachment to holes

Poison in the blood

I.

It’s just a cut on an unerupted molar, but it turns quickly into

a discussion about infections, antibiotics, surgery dates, and nurses.

Granted, what brought me to the doctor was the pain in

my ear and a worry about a different kind of infection,

but I didn’t expect to walk out with nothing more than

“call your surgeon” as advice.

Apparently, explicit instruction for no dental work isn’t enough.

More saltwater and DayQuil for me, then.

II.

The moment the bombs went off in Boston, I’d just told the d...

The silent twin

It’s hard to notice when things go right,

when everything’s in working order.

I’m so distracted by the busy-ness

rushing into the gap left by okay-ness,

that I forget the feeling of effortless-ness.

Only one side of me is broken,

the left stronger than the right.

But I’ve only attended to the screaming

needs of the fallen twin,

forgetting his healthy brother.

When I noticed that I’d noticed,

I was ashamed of myself

for not noticing what’s right.

The left swings smooth and easy,

the way I imagine other peop...

Hurry up and wait

Waiting is the worst part.

How the days both evaporate and drag on.

Being “brave” when questioned.

Too much to do and nothing at all.

Making sure it’s all arranged.

The logjam of expectations.

Rushing to hurry up and wait.

(Okay, maybe not the worst part.

I can think of worse things.

But I get tired of thinking about it.

Wishing it was over so I can move on.)

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Broken and healthy: a daily crapshoot
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The Internet is Amazing 04.13.13

I’ve been writing a poem a day about my surgery since April 1. Catch up (please).

Speaking of: check out this poem about writing a poem.

Also:Catullus wrotepoetry so vulgarit wasn’t translated until the 20th century.

Thoughts on the intimacy of death. Imagine it.

A wonderful reminder from Baudelaire to “always be drunk.”

Spock gives a teenage girl advice about dealing with bullies.

ThinkGeek is selling mass-produced Jayne hats. Fox is shutting down crafters.

Mantis shrimp sez: These are my murder st...