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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium: The Elk Cyborg and the New Supermoon

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium. Poetry/Photography/Creative Stimulus. Pushing the Boundaries of Language. Tuesday, March 17, 2015. The Elk Cyborg and the New Supermoon. My ecotheory and ecopoetics of the Hominid Birthing and The Elk Cyborg is to be published in Tract/Trace: An Investigative Journal. This coming Friday. Listen to my Elk Cyborg animalscape during its release on Friday, March 20 when the New Supermoon eclipses the equinox Sun! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Writing to a Photo.

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium: American

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium. Poetry/Photography/Creative Stimulus. Pushing the Boundaries of Language. Saturday, November 1, 2014. The road kill sky,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A watercolor I painted a while back. It came from a vision I had a few years ago while driving to class. View my complete profile. 5 Minute Creativity Exercise. Writing to a Photo.

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium: September 2014

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium. Poetry/Photography/Creative Stimulus. Pushing the Boundaries of Language. Tuesday, September 30, 2014. In lunar agar,. The cold, static. Begin to fall,. A child says to. What are these strange berries? Sunday, September 21, 2014. Tuesday, September 9, 2014. Wet bird, etherbird. Here beneath the outcrops-. Here in the vuggy wad,. The tesla-alloy scyscape,. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. 5 Minute Creativity Exercise. Writing to a Photo.

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium: The Monsters

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium. Poetry/Photography/Creative Stimulus. Pushing the Boundaries of Language. Thursday, March 12, 2015. Never became my girlfriend. Because I told her I liked her brain-. We were nervous animals. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A watercolor I painted a while back. It came from a vision I had a few years ago while driving to class. View my complete profile. The Elk Cyborg and the New Supermoon. 5 Minute Creativity Exercise. Writing to a Photo.

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium: The Elk Cyborg

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium. Poetry/Photography/Creative Stimulus. Pushing the Boundaries of Language. Saturday, April 11, 2015. My ecotheory and ecopoetics of the Hominid Birthing and The Elk Cyborg. Is now available at Tract/Trace: An Investigative Journal. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A watercolor I painted a while back. It came from a vision I had a few years ago while driving to class. View my complete profile. 5 Minute Creativity Exercise. Writing to a Photo.

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium: January 2014

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium. Poetry/Photography/Creative Stimulus. Pushing the Boundaries of Language. Tuesday, January 28, 2014. Snakey in the Bluejay's Claw. God with a snakewhip. Out of a cloud animal,. Tuesday, January 21, 2014. The shadows of birds. Tuesday, January 14, 2014. Saturday, January 4, 2014. Teacher is that she. Was a huge old lady. With gigantic cellulite triceps. Of birth marks had risen. On her left arm. My friend Mike said. It looked like a sausage patty. Writing to a Photo.

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium: February 2014

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium. Poetry/Photography/Creative Stimulus. Pushing the Boundaries of Language. Friday, February 28, 2014. Wednesday, February 26, 2014. I want to feel you. Out with my macrosmatic animal. Tuesday, February 25, 2014. I like the way. I like the way. The way press me. Why, when my hands. Wash across your oceans,. You bolt into the forest? This One Weird Trick. Where all the trees. Hangs like a child-. When all the clouds. Now all of the animals. Just look like clouds.

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium: December 2013

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium. Poetry/Photography/Creative Stimulus. Pushing the Boundaries of Language. Tuesday, December 31, 2013. I took a bite. With a silver spoon. For the new year. My work was hard,. Will this capital bring? Monday, December 30, 2013. In the marrow,. So falling in love,. Out of the living. I met two of my old best friends. With a pair of binoculars. I saw one kid throw a dirt clod. At another kid. I put the binoculars. Away and eventually I was standing. The classic stand off.

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium: October 2013

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium. Poetry/Photography/Creative Stimulus. Pushing the Boundaries of Language. Thursday, October 24, 2013. Thanks for showing me. That a tree is just a tree-. The roots have no past,. The trunk stands for nothing. And the branches reach to nowhere. When the leaves begin to fall. I won't be there to rake. Them up this time. It's just dead matter-. The corpses' playing dress-up again. Wednesday, October 23, 2013. Beneath the spinal canopy. When deer spiral frightful.

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium: November 2013

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Words from the Sub-Ethereal Vivarium. Poetry/Photography/Creative Stimulus. Pushing the Boundaries of Language. Friday, November 29, 2013. Thursday, November 28, 2013. Probe your face into the blood rain animal. The catascape is fertile; A frog movement in the protein layer. The sound of a crescent moon. Punch the twisted raptor into snooze. Wednesday, November 27, 2013. If I could pull. I would toss my. Arm over the mountains. And peel the fabric. Off of the animal box. It's what's inside that counts.