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Hudson Valley Writers Guild Newsletter, May 2015 | Hudson Valley Writers Guild
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Hudson Valley Writers Guild. A community of writers based in New York's Capital Region. Community of Writers Reading Sunday, March 1, Albany Public Library, 2:00PM. BOARD (as of January 2016). HVWG Grant Application Guidelines. Requesting Board Approval of Guild-Sponsored Events. Sign-in Sheets at Guild-Sponsored Events. Hudson Valley Writers Guild Newsletter, April 2015. Hudson Valley Writers Guild newsletter, June 2015 →. Hudson Valley Writers Guild Newsletter, May 2015. May 5, 2015. The entry fee is $...
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April | 2015 | poorbastardpoet
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Politics, poetry 'n pathos. Monthly Archives: April 2015. She whispered me tales (stoner poem). In my mind right now. I’m dancing w/Dusty Relix. From a book of mine. That sank before the dawn. Dusty was the rector’s wife. Who knew the dirt and. About my own. But I knew. Engineered the short train. And Sally Muse, my sister, well,. She ran our negligent clan. You know Dusty’s talking. So I’ll hear something. Less than eminent. Something that someone. Holds over my head. In case they need a loan. Today I h...
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Cookies and Bosom | poorbastardpoet
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Politics, poetry 'n pathos. Blondie’s tits diminished. Dagwood’s dreams of fortune. But Dag didn’t care.Take the money! Give him the girl. And come what may. But that was then. And Cookie’s a Coulter. Herb pins his nipples. Elmo’s doing time. For fire-bombing Cora’s. Duplex of Happy Endings. Where Tootsie worked the trampoline. For Beasley’s thug militia. But Blondie’s tits. Don’t sag like stars. On a loveless night. Or like his nuts. She’s always the blonde. In love w/the boy. All cookies and bosom.
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Ziegfeld and His Follies: A Guest Book Review By Cheryl Rice | Travalanche
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Being a web log for the observations of actor, author, cartoonist, comedian, critic, director, humorist, journalist, master of ceremonies, performance artist, playwright, producer, publicist, public speaker, songwriter, and variety booker Trav S.D. Laquo; Stars of Slapstick #212: Bill Wolfe. Stars of Vaudeville #890: Emma Calve. Ziegfeld and His Follies: A Guest Book Review By Cheryl Rice. So much for labor saving! Read the book, of course! I like it better this way! Ziegfeld and His Follies. Of a grand ...
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August | 2015 | poorbastardpoet
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Politics, poetry 'n pathos. Monthly Archives: August 2015. All The Lawns Are Perfect. 8220;If you can’t convince them. Confuse them instead,” I read. It’s beautiful out there. The trees are green. The air is clean. And the ocean’s aren’t dying. We all get along. And all the guns. And we’ve thrown away the key. On streets of gold. And all lives matter. Black ‘n white. Rich ‘n poor. Eat side by side. And all nations hold hands. At Christmas. Plan a trip at Haji. Drop their tools on Yom Kippur.
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Screamin’ Jay Hawkins and Me in Our Prime | poorbastardpoet
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Politics, poetry 'n pathos. Screamin’ Jay Hawkins and Me in Our Prime. I’m lost in a parking lot. On the left coast. And Grey Goose buzz. When Screamin’ Jay Hawkins. Jumps from the Sierra’s screaming:. 8220;What can I do w/eighty-six kids. 8216;n each of their momma’s. 8220;Get in motherfucker! I shout, kicking down the pedal. Like a mule vs. gravity. A run-away legend in my car. Doesn’t un-nerve me. I expect these things. From time to time, considering how crazy. The world is. How co-dependent.
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_: October 2010
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Tuesday, October 26, 2010. The poet and the wiseman stand behind the gun. Lots more work with the. This one's in regards to our umbilical link to fossil fuels. By the end of this,. The clocking tide will tell a tale. Her freshwater wrist will takes no prisoners,. In placental croaks of each dying ocean that rose. Children of the Dredge. The castrato will sing a sullied song of arterial angels. Tangling their wings, in drill-ships of rigs. We’d been christened the. Remorseless Betelgeuse and Cadiz,. Your ...
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Sunday, April 10, 2011. Your Life is Our Fiction. Been taking a lot of impromptu photo's lately,. I suppose capturing the world with a camera. Is not all that different from capturing it using words and meter. I submit to you a few tiny records of my recent travels. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Poems, Prose and other Oddities. Your Life is Our Fiction. View my complete profile. Current Stereophonic Fixations (Absolutely Exquisite LP's, EP's, Singles, and Doubles). The Way Out" by The Books.
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_: November 2010
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Monday, November 8, 2010. It didn't play leers. It's mass made up the atoms of toadstools. It could have been a wandering Roma on our mothers lap of the new zodiac. It was carved out of the sinew of the air. It lives in the barrels of our chests and speaks softly through broken typewriters. It is not guilty, but only because no one points a finger. It will forever be a motor-mouth vulgarian screaming theater in a crowded fire. It is such a tool; a corn kernel in Warhol's shit. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
