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Reason without rhyme

This week I’m posting copies of the poems I had published in the first decade of the Third Millennium (by the reckoning of the Christian Church and the Western post-industrial democracies).  These poems were all written between about 1998 and 2005.

This is pretty much the end of my previously published work, which I’ve been posting to this site since March of this year.  I have a poem, “love poem,” in the Lyrotica anthology published by Vagabondage Press, but that came out just a few months ago so it falls outside of the date range of the batch of poems I posted today.  And I have a story, “Lawn,” which should be coming out in Thema magazine’s “One Thing Done Superbly” issue any day now, if it hasn’t already.  I’ll probably post that to this site next year.

Next week I’ll probably begin daily postings of a longer work, High Street, which is a book-length manuscript that confused people such as myself might characterize as creative nonfiction.  So much for the probabilities and the confusion, then (I could be a derivatives trader).

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4 Comments

  1. Tapping my foot, checking my watch, pacing up and down High Street. Where is my fix?

    • You’re going to get us in trouble. Allow me to make it clear that you and I are referring to written work.

      Having established that, now I’ll quote from Lou Reed’s “I’m Waiting for the Man” — “First thing you learn is you always gotta wait.”

      I plan to start posting that book this coming Sunday. I figure I’ll post a little every day and it may take three weeks to finish.

    • Yeah, well… shake it if you got it, you know…

      I think I’m going to start posting High Street tomorrow. I haven’t counted all the pieces I’ve divided it into for this project, but it’s around thirty. I plan to post a piece a day until all the pieces are posted.

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