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  • Consequences of a Diss

    For the record, Bryan was supposed to read his poetry at 3:15. I was in town by 2:45 when he texted me and was like, “well, it’s done and you’re a sorry excuse for a medicated lady,” which was a bit harsh but he was a diva at a gay pride event so I give him…

  • Draft

    The first draft is the only one that matters Raw is reality Refined is bullshit Or so I say At times when I am being difficult.   At times when I am being difficult I say Refined is bullshit Raw is reality The first draft is the only one that matters.

  • WTF: the Writing of Bryan Borland (poeticgrin) Exposed or Something Like That

    Hello Dearest Reader, I have very much enjoyed blogging on wordpress these many months and I have grown very fond of many talented folks. I have wondered often, what’s going on inside this or that person’s head? So I am hoping that you will come with me as I ask fellow bloggers, what’s in your…

  • Breadcrumb Scabs

    My poems Patio Gas Can and Since the Day I Was Born will be published in the 10th issue of Breadcrumb Scabs Magazine, one issue after Bryan Borland makes his debut in the same. Why can’t I ever be first? This is just like the time he won the creative writing award in Mrs. Matheny’s…

  • Sake

    fragility, fickleness, fucking brittleness time and space fucking for alliteration’s sake the words and the meaning undefined even to the one who writes them   we are empty vessels slaves to the words and the meaning ignorant of their origins or depth

  • the Classics

    We’re in a café.   No, we’re in a warehouse where fish used to be processed that someone turned into a coffee house. A rustic, modern, pretentious little coffee house where we sit. We are the only respectable crowd here, legitimizing it for all the other bastards sitting in old chairs, stuffing oozing out of…

  • On Random Poems

    On Tragedy …a haiku by poeticgrin, 8/18/04   Weed in a taco Broken swings, asses, and dreams Satan’s spawn inside     Rotting …not sure if poeticgrin or I wrote this one. It sort of sounds like me, but it’s on Bryan’s b-day, 7/30/96   Sinking deeper and deeper   The sand fills my mouth…

  • Rhyming Wiggly-whats

    Rhyming is a matter of preference. I rarely rhyme. It cost me the writing pin when I was in high school. There we were, poeticgrin and I, going head-to-head, writer against writer. Our teacher especially loved Bryanic poetry, which is lyrical and rhyming and has great flow. Bryantonian poems are artistic, very well crafted. I…

  • I Thought You’d Like To Know

    I thought you’d like to know that this Dayquil is making me tic like crazy. It’s like the ticking of yesteryear. Argh!

  • Best Not

    Best not ask if She speaks Easy You never know what She might say or when or who She might Offend Never mind the look, a glimmer from some old, beaten Dream Else you strike the match Rage