Title poem off acclaimed collection, How We Are Human. How We Are Human How we dig desperately at the coarse crust, Seeking, searching for the soft cream beneath Only to discover we were crust people after-all, Needing the crispness of a crunch to give us the Dream of cream that keeps us clawing, reaching, Gargling…
Writing
Mountain Goats, Choosing Joy
by LukeSpartacus •
We are goats of le mountain and we watch from these heights domesticated goats in le distance and wonder at what sins their Ramcestors must have committed for le condemnation of roaming the sumps below, away from le clouds, away from le warmth of mountain stars—what temptations yesteryear’s ewes relented to for this race to…
Internet Kills The Newspaper
by LukeSpartacus •
It is important to remember that newspapers did not create humanity’s curiosity about the happenings of the world—that curiosity created newspapers. How would Hemingway’s reporting of the Spanish Civil war been different if he had a Youtube and Twitter? “The most useful bit of the media is disappearing,” lamented the Economist seven years ago in…
Hestia’s Hulk
by LukeSpartacus •
What to do with dew-drenched days squished by the pressure of our pains? Morning, as seen from the inside pane, Scolds anoche’s wine who regrets making the acquaintance of whiskey and networking with tequila who tickled Hestia into the Hulk. Morning light, you ever-eager retriever, the nature of a hangover is not to nurture, so…
Mary’s Poem
by LukeSpartacus •
What Does It Mean, To Mean Something?
by LukeSpartacus •
Calling me unbiased on this issue would be on par with calling the Tea Party a collective of learned scholars. I am as biased as a dendrophiliac is pro saving the rainforest. Like most biases, mine is complicated and came before it was consciously invited. Here’s the scenario: My nearly twenty-year-old sister has gotten her…
Do you have a book inside of you: Pros and Cons of NaNoWriMo
by LukeSpartacus •
The Story of Bushwick Poetry
by LukeSpartacus •
Forward from Bushwick Poetry, available from Amazon.com I know it was late because when I went inside to use the bathroom the last act of the night at The Goodbye Blue Monday was packing up their instruments. I invited the musicians to come out back and they joined our circle of patio chair. Half of us…
The Secret Lives of Books
by LukeSpartacus •
The following is an inscription written on the inside cover a book titled “Once An Addict” that was traded to Dyslexia Books in Antigua, Guatemala. The owner, Bill McGowan, only noticed it after the customer had left: I found this book ½ read on top of the fridge in my son’s house. Sadly, he accidentally…