Writers and Writing
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We all have within us some Captain Ahab obsessively pursuing something, someone unattainable physically or mentally we quest something lost never obtained hadn’t the courage or stomach for a diem you could never carpe uselessly we quest a time we came close nagging should haves gnawing what ifs Crimes of passion not worth prosecuting each Read more
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bar napkin crumpled, soggy torn palate slurred ink Picassoesque words Big Chief tablets beloved by 2nd graders, kitsch rhymesters used envelopes narrow canvas postage, odd visuals, broken windows work in cancellation stamp wanderlust, bonus angst matchbook cover epics cause inspired squinting haikus on receipts cannot be returned without merchandise in hand scribbles, doodles on pilfered Read more
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thrills are to be had secrets need revealing wonders beg unraveling truths urge to be told revelations dark and light constrained in the pristine symmetry of new, freshly sharpened shiny-yellow pencil just above the perfectly honed greyish tip peach-fuzz wisps of wood cling gently, smell of pine tickle fingers excitedly anticipation cylindrically contained wisdom waits Read more
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– Aidan Erin Immerfall, 2014 Read more
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In honor of April being National Poetry Month, today I’m going back even deeper than he old Marchives – my repository of previously used (in one form or another) poems. This one comes from some forty years ago: it is the first poem I ever wrote just for the sake of writing a poem. Forty Read more
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My students engaged with our classroom material! Rh negative blood shows up with more frequency than authentic interest my high school sophomores academic pursuits escape without breaking a sweat until today, our unit on poetry contemporary poetic takes on relationships, life, old basketball players, the homeless and disenfranchised have left them unmoved, their empathy still Read more
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“Love is like tartar sauce; it looks like hell, you have no idea what’ in it, but you always seem to find it tasty”. – Me, circa 1990 Witticisms, coined phrases of my younger years linger around me trailing like stray dogs following me home from the butcher shop ‘scat! go away! don’t follow me’! Read more
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She has been a muse nothing more and everything less since we met as teens inspiration still flows from a fleeting reminder; hearing her name (commonly used by others out of parental laziness) the searing stubbed-toe pain of an emotional owie only she could’ve kissed and made better longing springs from trying to remember just Read more
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I love to walk alone in the rain and snow the colder the wetter the better I hear, understand nature, myself, my perosnal nature a whole lot better character building personal challenge; to prevail against the cold, the wet, implies some sort of adversarial relationship we do not partake the colder the wetter the better Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 