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Magical Poetry

A few months ago, I received an owl from Hogwarts. Secrecy being what it is, I could not reveal the true reason for my recent trip to Britain until now. I have been recalled to my position as Poetics Master … Continue reading

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Old Bunhill Fields Burial Ground

Old Bunhill Fields Burial Ground How old is this tree under whose branches I write? What’s left of George Fox is somewhere nearby. Maybe his flesh fed the tree whose leaves form a dome of green protecting me from this … Continue reading

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Frisbee

When the sun stayed up late because it wasn’t a school night, we would spend our summer evenings playing outside, a pack of neighborhood kids throwing a baseball, football, Frisbee, whatever wasn’t stuck on a roof or down a storm … Continue reading

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The Round Up: Red Light Edition

Two of my poems from Wednesday Night Regular, Snake Dancer and Ballerinas, were included in The Round Up Zine’s Red Light Edition. Check it out!

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Consumer

The magnetic strip behind the thin plastic with raised numbers rules my life. An embedded chip establishes my worth, determines where I eat, encourages excess. It encodes my history, tracks my whims. I am a collection of transactions, just a … Continue reading

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Ignore GPS

You will be my navigator, though you can’t read an old fashioned map and your sense of direction is somewhat skewed. Let’s get lost together. Ride the back roads, turn left on a whim, buy lunch at a farm stand, … Continue reading

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VR Skeeball

VR Skeeball The ball feels real, the heft in my hand, minor imperfections in the texture beneath my fingertips. The clinks and clanks of the machinery sound authentic. These hi-def graphics are phenomenal. I can even see waves in the … Continue reading

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Who needs a driver?

A couple of weeks ago, Living Poetry, represented by myself, Tara Lynne Groth and Anna Weaver, attended another Science Cafe at the NC Museum of Natural Sciences. This one was all about the artificial intelligence needed for self-driving cars. They … Continue reading

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Television

This morning’s Living Poetry Prompt was “television”. Here’s what I wrote. Boob Tube Why do they call it the boob tube? Besides the obvious rhyming pair there aren’t any naked boobs at all. There’s plenty of jiggle in bikinis or … Continue reading

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Milkshakes and Chilidogs Update

The launch party for Milkshakes and Chilidogs will be Tuesday evening, August 22nd, the day after the eclipse. We’ll meet at 7pm in Matthew’s Chocolates where so many of the poems were inspired. If you’re in the area, please join … Continue reading

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