108 Days of American Sentence ~ Day 21 with Joan Baez

Let down my guard – split, shed my skin – Phoenix rise in my mind, no one sees. ~ Spring fever brain boil – thoughts drip moist (like) sweat from Tarzan’s breast – salt on skin. ~ “Nasty Man” (©️Gabriel Earl Music, 2017) (words and music by Joan Baez)

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108 Days of American Sentence – Day 1

“Oh no! I’ll eat the shit out of anything!” he blurted — and she smiled. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I think about America today – man, like I have no words. So I’m gonna make it simple, and maybe even mindful. For the next 108 days I’ll write at least one American Sentence a day. I don’t…

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Bell Blue: Dial-A-Poem ~ A Call for Work

Dear Energetic Readers and Writers, This year I was lucky to be part of an amazing project that started right here in Flagstaff, Arizona. I recorded five poems for Elizabeth Hellstern’s project, The Telepoem Booth, after she put out a call to writers last winter. By spring, the booth was up and running (and one of…

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Villanelle – Pressing Against Chaos

Wish I Were the Earth Wish I were the earth could open my mouth and swallow the blur. Turn a wail to a purr in my warm dark house if I were the earth. A natural re-birth on deep stable ground if I could swallow the blur. Wouldn’t leave me to murmur my pain in…

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sometimes you are helpless

Humid Breath is pulled from my lungs. My throat goes hollow every time a howling fire truck wails down the street. My throat goes hollow, I could swallow those anxious faces peering from the fire truck wailing down the street. It would be safer in my mouth— I could swallow those anxious faces peering, despite…

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Born on a Thursday #47 – awake, alive

As I was cycling home, I realized that there are a lot of people who were pivotal in (saving) my life during that time (the 90s) in New York – and so many of those people who were important to my development as a writer and artist and loving human being, I will never see again. There I was, pedaling slowly up the mesa, into the sunset, with cars flying past me and tears streaming down my face.

I felt awake, and more alive than I have felt in a long while.

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