Episode 202 - Astrophysical Considerations During Fourth Meal
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Another one from the Taco Bell Quarterly rejections file. Admittedly, reading it again and knowing TBQ's voice, this wasn't a great fit, but I still think it's a fun little piece of absurdism that I'd like to share with you. A couple more of these to go before I likely go dark again, unless I start selling a lot of poetry books and y'all demand that I carry on ( is where you can find the links to the goods).
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Episode 201 - They keep it cold inside the Taco Bell...
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Friends, it's a been a few months and I might be a little rusty on my intro-ad libbing chops, but stick with me into the poem itself. It's fun, and hopefully up to my own standards for Weird. For this is the first in my little series of items, Taco Bell Quarterly Rejections. As mentioned in the pod, if you haven't go check out . For poetry, it's a dream publication. If I could sneak in some Taco-Bell related Sci Fi, well that would be just perfect. There's a Ko-fi link on my home page, where you might be reading this, if you want to help support the production of this podcast. And...
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Episode 140: Last Rose of the Season
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This is a fan-favorite (you know who you are, fan) sonnet, inspired by my father's rose garden. DO GOOD: Donate to Social Causes: Poetry Books: Read along with the podcast, get your own copy of the poems (also another great way to support the podcast): Direct Cash Contribution: Support this podcast by buying me a ko-fi:
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Episode 139: Untitled NYC Poem
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Episode 138 - Always look up when opening a window
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Episode 137 - Something
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Episode 136: 11
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Episode 135: September's Rent
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Episode 134 - Focus
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I made the switch from Audacity to Garageband to record this week's episode ,and there's a little reverb in there I didn't catch until I was doing a final QA check on the mp3 file. So, for you dear listener, enjoy this week's episode as if it were coming to you from a 1970's recording studio, because damn they loved reverb back then! This week from is "Focus," a brief work about the transient nature of our existence. Visit for more episodes, essays, and links to Social Justice Causes. Visit for my full catalog of books, including all 3 poetry books. They make wonderful gitfts - the...
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Episode 133: My new home
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With all the new homes under construction in my development, it's hard not to look back through my poetry books and pluck out this little gem to share with you all this week. It's a silly little ode written when I moved into a house I'd bought many years ago, full of optimism as a homeowner after years of renting a place. Hey everyone, this is where I remind you that this podcast can't continue forever without your support! Pick up one of my poetry books, tell a friend about the podcast, the usual rate and review stuff. Links to purchase all my books (poetry and otherwise, if you're so...
info_outlineThis poem has been, appropriately, in the works for some time. I believe it's the first I've ever written about my father, though I have thoughts for several more. The text of the poem is at the bottom of this post, as this is another debut of a work.
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Scoping
I'm standing on the landing
Of our brand new house,
staring out into the yard.
My son asks me what I'm doing,
and I reply
That I'm thinking about something.
In my thinking I am tinkering
Building out a shape,
Resolving the problem.
Working out the requirements
As my father did
So many times when I was a son.
I never gathered why it mattered
why he just stood there.
Staring at an empty parcel of our yard,
or a wall of the house
Why not just start doing?
He was scoping in that moment
As he stood there still.
His mind assembling the pieces
and the measurements
He would tell me.
Eventually I knew I would see
Something new out in the yard;
Or some fresh construction:
Bringing craftsmanship
And utility to our home.
And as I am standing on the landing
Staring out the window
of our brand new house,
My son asking me
why I was just standing there…
I know that in so many small ways,
I have become my father.