Good News

One of my flarf poems titled “Patella is Latin for Kneecap” has been accepted for publishing at They said they will contact me again in about a month to give me the date when my poem will be published.

I am Mechanism

I laid my head

On the ceramic floor tile or existence.

I am mechanism.

The flavor and the heartburn

Of disappearance.


This is a poem I wrote in April 2017 when everything I wrote was completely terrible. Somehow this poem came out comparatively good. At the time I had started experimenting with avantgarde poetry, but I had not yet figured out what makes a good avantgarde poem. I think much of my problem was that I didn’t know what made a good poem of any sort. Now, I have had much more practice at regular poems and crazy ones alike, and I feel like I have a better handle on how to write a poem and how to appreciate one.

If you want to, you can see the original post of this poem here:

And if you want to compare it to the more terrible poems I wrote in April of 2017, you can do that here:

Soul-crusher Boss-jerks—Keening practice

Generally, people-selves who pursue    Pure word-smasher degrees

love to find the clock-power to think    Through the word-quilts we read.

Often don’t spend think-juice searching   Soul-crushers word-smashers can work

Leaving word-smashers in the wind     Working for soul-crusher boss-jerks.


People-selves=us or we

Word-smasher=English Literature degree or English Literature major



Think-juice=brain power




Keening is the practice of combining two words to create a poetic replacement for a noun. It is a very old practice dating back to Anglo-Saxon poetry and possibly even before that. A good example is from the epic, Beowulf: instead of writing ‘ocean’ the poem uses the word ‘whale-road.’ But even though it is an ancient practice, people still do it today, but the most widespread use of keening is in vulgar insults where instead of using a person’s name, you might use a word such as dick-head, ass-face, or douche-nozzle. If you want to learn more about keening or any other poetry term, you can check out the Glossary of Poetic Terms at Poetry Foundation here:

Beowulf also used a form of poetry where lines were separated by cesuras that were marked by alliteration. I added the extra spaces between the alliterated words as a way to mark the cesuras a little better because this is not something we expect in our poetry anymore. I did use rhyme at the end of the lines although Beowulf and other early examples of English poetry did not use rhyme.

Predictions of Futures Passed

And I am sure I will blog a blog

Newspaper style

Stippled and styled

As people and paper predict.


I will report my reporting

From time to time

Breaking time broken time

As people and practice permit.


I am blogging my blog,

A way of wasting and waiting

While my broken time

Peeks through pepper backed piles

Of job listings I want to submit.


Trying and tasting

The experience of waiting

Weighing experience

Over fresh graduates.


I decided to revisit the first post I ever wrote on WordPress in order to exploit it for any possible poetic possibilities. I have taken out some of the sentences with interesting sonic possibilities and added a little spice to get this poem. If you are interested to see what I thought I was going to do with this page, you can check it out here:

It’s What’s for Dinner

There are somethings that just are

Like the yellow haze you see

Southwest of Bakersfield as

You travel up the I5

Just over the horizon

Before you are hit by the

Euphemism and sadness

Of the cows crammed into lots

Standing in the muck of their

Own stale urine and feces

Awaiting beef processing.

The Magic of a Rose—Rose Prompt—Poetry Scavenger Hunt

A rose as a thing

Is already interesting

Without imbuing

It with magical power.


Papery petals

As soft as a Turkish silk

Lite, creamy, and smooth

Delicate as sweet raw milk.


The smell, as it goes,

Is pleasant. It’s a flower!

Like perfume and toes

Mostly clean from the shower.


But magic it’s got,

And when you’re on the spot,

And her day is shot,

She’ll forget you forgot.


And, yeah, that’s one hell

Of a magical power!


I wrote this poem following the prompt ‘rose’ as part of Muris’ poetry scavenger hunt on the A Different Perspective page. If you want to participate, check out her page here:

Blackbird Highway

All along the garden highway

Blackbirds sing out of tune.

If the world had been built my way,

They would be gone by June.


Blackbirds find their way to me

In every time of year.

Out prompting me to always be

Drowning myself with beer.


I found myself writing these lines in uneven couplets totally by accident. I wrote the first line with eight syllables and the second line with six. I don’t know the technical name for this type of meter, but I do know that it is a very popular way to write poetry. So popular, in fact, that I did it without even meaning to.