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  • Glacier

    Metaphors are only pretty if you don’t look too closely.   I have a great metaphor for myself I’m one of those whatdoyoucallit moving ice river-thingies   But then the fact I can’t remember the word that would be perfect as a personal description represents me more dramatically and accurately than some cheaply painted prop

  • 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…

  • Lopsided If You Know What He Means

    For years my friend pointed out to me and everyone else. I was lopsided. Brain and boobs. But the joke is on him because last night I noticed several actresses on tv with much more lopsidedness. It’s very common.   I got a note from the dental assistant. She said she was sorry for my…

  • Recipes You Should Totally Try

    Recipe for Mania 7 caffeinated beverages or approximately 88 oz. of sugar sweetness throughout the day, with three of them coming before 9 a.m. Wake up at 3:30 a.m. Know for sure this is going to be the longest day ever Not be completely prepared for your workshops later that day Have to be “on”…

  • 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…

  • No Punctuation for Good Measure

    this is not a poem exactly just thoughts broken by lines and no punctuation for good measure   this is not a coherent whole poem and prose welded and molded fused together in harmony   ………   Let me tell you. Thursday marks our one-year anniversary. We met at Julie’s, after my class (it was…

  • Poeticgrin Hasn’t Left You

    A reassurance: I promise to the broken-hearted friends of his Shake site, Poeticgrin will be back. Actually, he’s not going anywhere. He’s still writing and will continue to share his work with all of us in the future. I am quite happy Bryan is receiving the accolades he deserves. Also, there are so many talented writers who…

  • What’s Written Is True

    He writes about me because he knows I like it or to get out of his own mind though I can’t imagine mine is a relief   I’m redundant I fret and marinate and I make things dismal things the heart-weary understand but tire of I tire of me too   My writing is compulsive…

  • a small comfort

    It helps to remember it’s a numbers game. Not the way my friend, Bryan, counts numbers, adds them together, until they equal something calming to his brain. Instead, one has to remember that statistically speaking, the odds are against you anyway.   Writing is a skill. The more you do it, the better you become.…