Meet Me at the NYC Poetry Fest

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We won't talk about the past or even think about the future; we can just laugh and wander and party with pro poets. 

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She's not supposed to answer!

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she fucking picked up! she should be living on Neptune! she's an extraterrestrial, a ghost, a myth, not a real person who picks up a *67...

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there is something in my chest...

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under the chemo port, my heart beats, I am alive. 

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Forgiveness, Can You Imagine?

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Can I forgive myself? Can I forgive my body? Can I forgive my sister? Can I forgive Kendra Jean? Can I forgive my dreams? Can I forgive reje...

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Not the best, just better.

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I ask Thrasea. Please explain to me the why of this war. I ask Agrippinus. Tell me how Trump  dupes these dumb dumbs into devoting themselve...

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When Do I Call Myself a Survivor?

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Enid invited me to a poetry reading in Fort Lauderdale, and since I haven't been on a stage since last September (and need the practice ...

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Got to talk birds, books, and basketball on this episode of Bothering the Band with the brilliant comedian Adam Cayton-Holland!

I'm still writing 2011 on my checks...

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just kidding! who the hell uses checks these days?! I don't have the spoons for this, the passing of time. I was born in 1982, looking f...

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Pencil Territory

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Permanence is not real,  I'm  shrinking into Walserian microscripts, and I need a 45-minute hug just to get back to a baseline resemblin...

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This poem will either make you nostalgic for a time you never lived through or convince you that we’ve accidentally created the most sophisticated torture device in human history and you’re all just walking around pretending it’s normal.

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Listen, children of the digital age,  let me tell you about a time  when human connection  wasn’t reduced to algorithmic interactions  and d...

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Skaters Over 40

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Anyone else look at set of stairs and think, the young me would have at least tried to 180 down it?

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“Ryan Marcel Without Tears.” 

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Life’s events, its catastrophes and joys,  are plotted with such absolute randomness  that everyone should at any moment be prepared for dea...

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The pop punk kid in me rejoices cuz I got to bother Travis Shettel of the band Piebald!

Song: Daddy Got French Toast

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There's goo on the roof and a jew in the bathroom but I am NED (no evidence of disease) definitely not dead. My colon's intact my...

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Poem

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I miss the feeling  I felt when I fell in love with you. 

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Kendra Jean, Call Me, Please!

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I still remember  your laugh in the morning light, like church bells tangled in summer night. Your name on my lips was a whispered prayer,...

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My best bud Eric is in a freaking David Byrne music video!!!

Cake!

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I stand in the kitchen and take a bite, leaving the spoon in the box to go sit on the couch, scroll, while periodically looking up at the ho...

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Caught Dogma on the big screen!

Flesh Wounds in Ithaca

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Oh devils, it’s true... I can still fall hard, fast, and foolishly in love in the blink of a brink. All it takes is a voice like Billie Mart...

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Ring My Bell

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Chemo is done. The bell was rung. Tears were shed. Now I want someone. To ring my bell. I haven’t had sex. In forever. Instead, I am celebra...

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If you’re a poet, where’s your poetry?

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If I were a girl in a book, life would be easy, annotated, dog-eared in all the right places. But here I am— watching you gesture like y...

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Though

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I keep trying THOUGH I don’t know why.

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New Muse

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My old muse never showed when I was kicking cancer, so now I am in the market for a new one.  Maybe Pernille. Maybe Lauren. Maybe Jeff Buckl...

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