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I am happy to announce I will be moving all my prose to my newly rebranded patreon blog, The Weekly Protest. This webpage will be 100% for poetry henceforth. The funds from the patreon will help me to keep most of my poetry publishable for free. Poetry is for the people! Patreon also makes itContinue reading “Announcement: Blog Rebranding”
What pandemic isolation is making me wonder about myself and how I want to change.
First draft, catch the idea, put it on the page. But its not all there yet? Doesn’t matter, you have a quota. Just get it on the page, and get it out there. Fuck editing, fuck censoring, it’s all out, all on the line. Tomorrow is a big day, in a bad way, maybe weContinue reading “First Draft”
Hello my pen, My long lost friend. I put you in your cup months ago, or was it years? You’re all I have now. These hands have toiled. This heart was broken. These eyes have cried. But still, my pen has ink. The hand that toiled Now wants that toil on the page, The heartContinue reading “Hello My Pen, A Poem About Writers Block”
Angela Nagle, Ben Norton, and Michael Tracey need to go away, they contribute nothing.
Starting a new series, but it will only be available on patron. FIRST ONES FREE THOUGH KIDS 😉 https://www.patreon.com/posts/32659879
No ideas, but all the motivation. All the reasons to do it yet no reason at all. Like a marathon, hitting a wall. Just spit it out, Put it on the page! Put it on the Page! Forget if it makes sense, forget the grammar and spell checks. Fuck making sense. Just put it onContinue reading “Writers Block, A Poem”
Reading a book alone in the Redwood Forrest On the observational scale, I do sit here in the redwoods in lotus pose, with a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance on a stack of logs next to me. What is the catch? Is that but the paranoid disillusionment of the redneck hippiesContinue reading “Reading A Book Alone In The Redwood Forrest, a poem”
A remix/sequel to Shakespeare’s classic.
A wise man once said “It’s wrong when it stops being fun.” Well, I have to ask myself, has it? Has pining over the right word and cadence lost its spark? What, except the dark cloud that seeps its invisible cloak on my psyche, Keeps me from putting all for the gods and earthly kindContinue reading “It’s Wrong When It Stops Being Fun, A Poem”
Despite being written a century ago, Leon Trotsky’s Literature and Revolution offers us insight as to how we can incorporate art into a socialist culture.