So...I made a thing...for the internets...

CLASSMATES (and Prof maybe) ASSEMBLE!

Step 1: Go Here: https://www.facebook.com/1985VintageGeek/posts/10153342916542018?pnref=story

Step 2: Make with the funny!

Step 3: Get in my book...not my belly!

Step 4: ???

Step 5: Profit!

Photo Post!

This is my current workspace (and Playspace). I decided not to pick up first to actually show how I keep my desk and not be all phony with a perfectly clean desk. Note, I know where everything is on the desk that I may need. Messy is a type of organized dammit.

 And this is a photo I took that I like very much. Can you tell what it is?

Why?

I opened my stats
a stat nerd you might say
in my tired haze
my classmates wave

the majority of views
and click-throughs
all arrive via a book
which is currently

exploding

but a small incongruity
stares at me from the bottom
of a list of sites
from which they were

referred to mine
a book exploding
sixteen plus times
and one from

google.co.uk

Everything I Know Up Until Now

I looked down and there was the son
I never had, his face reminding me of a katydid in spring,

young and full of spirit ready to pounce upon
the day in his blue jeans. We stood staring at each

other for a time in which we just studied each other
our faces and souls. In me there was no doubt

never pregnant but this boy was mine I crouched down and
took his hand, warm and small, in mine and said "I'm Annabelle."

In which I read and rate four poems...

These poems come from the 2015 Pushcart Prize Best of the small presses.

I order these by preference of would read again, to good god don't make me read it again.

1. Why we must support PBS by Bob Hicok

I really enjoyed this one because the absurdity of the imagery is astounding and makes sense since the narrator seems to be drifting off to sleep, lord knows I have heard some strange shit on TV while tired.

2. Rape Joke by Patricia Lockwood

Wow! This one, it hits like a semi, you want to laugh the entire way through because you can tell its better than remembering the suffering the narrator went through. This poem may have changed me just a bit.

3. John Clare by Michael Dickman

Woof! This one is long and full of intense images, the length kills it for me though. I may never get the image of kids kissing dogs full on the mouth out of my head any time soon.

4. "Too many pigeons to count and one dove" by Mary Szybist

Hate to put her at the bottom because I have met her and enjoy a lot of her poetry, but this one the form just kept derailing me. All I can tell you without looking again is that there are time stamps...and a poem too...but mostly I remember the time stamps.

(Note: Could not find an online version of Mary's poem...so I linked her profile instead...)