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AGE: 49
LOC: Martinsburg, WV
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: November 18

I fell in love with reading and writing very early, and by 15 or so I knew I wanted to be a writer. I travelled widely during my childhood and my writing reflects an interest in exotic locations and mythological themes—over the years, centaurs and Gilgamesh have emerged as my main literary obsessions (for the relevance of these images to my personal life, please check with my therapist ;).

Though I am a published poet, over the years I’ve come to believe that writing is not principally about fame and fortune—even in societies that value writing highly (like China or Russia), the life of the best writers is not easy. Friendship, or more broadly speaking, community, count for much more, and many great pieces have been composed on the…

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10 Minutes   might be all we have, the mystery of this abandoned landscape & sleep sliding into your skin the shadows, then and the broken window, rotten window case splintered you cut yourself and the floor your curled hair filled with white dust your sweater ruined on the damp concrete break this chain of myself, this twining rope of death; bring the word, the thought soaring in the mind’s dark licking at the base of the mind in the shuddering moment . . . .     ...
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10 Minutes   might be all we have, the mystery of this abandoned landscape & sleep sliding into your skin the shadows, then and the broken window, rotten window case splintered you cut yourself and the floor your curled hair filled with white dust your sweater ruined on the damp concrete break this chain of myself, this twining rope of death; bring the word, the thought soaring in the mind’s dark licking at the base of the mind in the shuddering moment . . . . Eric Quinn &nd...
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10 Minutes might be all we have, the mystery of this abandoned landscape & sleep sliding into your skin break this chain of myself, this twining rope of death; bring the word, the [thought] soaring in the mind’s dark licking at the root of the words in the shuddering moment   ...
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Poetry / One
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1. of all of them there was only one and not the one I would have thought I am the one who knows the words she said the one who holds your eye no fear on my face sleep on my brow but passing toward the rain the lights 2. I am one she said the voice unbroken like sand cutting your skin I am one the dance you never untangled a million of them waving in the leaves of spring I am one I am one the disappearing rooms I am one streaking the edge of sight net of the world I am one the boy’s gun grin ...
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Poetry / Demotic
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Revision is a hard sell— angels think it mainly a speculative venture like the grapes left in my satchel all day, juice oozing over the creased and fragrant leather: something was intended. I who have no other option might say that beauty is a mistake, the pain of disappointment like an extra stroke dropped from the glyph. It can be that easy. But in the meantime, back at the ranch and so forth, the angels are still uncertain and the Pharaohs aren’t giving them much help— stored up like mothe...
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Young Adult / Silenced- Chapter Two
by raebethmcgee
I have to say I'm impressed: making a 10-page monologue credible is really hard, and this piece captures the voice of a retarded, self-mutilating teenage girl with authority: "the normal happened," "my own car to take me to school," and "during that day" are just some of the examples of language that approaches an idiolect--or if you prefer, a kind of poetry. Even better, the writing is (almost) never confusing: following the story is easy. And the story is intriguing: we never quite know wha...
Poetry / To My Kindled Heart, These Angels Soar
by nightflyer295
This poem's motives are good; its means need help. However abstruse a poem may be, it always begins with a fact: a memory, an image, an emotional response. This poem begins with the most poetic fact of all: love. Bravo! Not many poets have the guts to tackle the toughest emotional fact. And I like the title--we don't get enough drama and hyperbole in our daily poetic diet these days. Neither are there enough poets out there employing a formal diction, especially one as in love with language f...
Poetry / Dying in November
by loveandrockets28
This poem shows a great deal of talent but could use some technical help. The poet has a fine voice; her sadness comes through clearly. Also, I like the oblique reference to the poem's emotional center--the father's death. The premise is affecting--a woman looks at her daughter and remembers the father. The poem carries her meditation on the loss through successfully to the end, holding the reader's attention with some great writing: "the heat in our bones and beds," and "sift further/into th...
Poetry / Allah is Merciful
by Spriglief
Historical poetry is very hard to write. Any good work in this genre has to 1) fill in any necessary background without providing so much detail that it bogs down the poem's momentum or simply overwhelms the reader with information; 2) find poetry and thematic relevance in the setting; 3) handle its plot and characterizations deftly; 4) offer lots of beautiful lines; and 5) have the cohesion and intensity of poem. This poem, I'm afraid, fails on almost all counts. 1) necessary background: i ...
Sci Fi & Fantasy / The Gentle Art...
by HairyMcLairy
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