Volume number ten already?!  When I wrote that, some FOUR YEARS AGO, Everything seemed poised for success. Sure enough, some success found this
humble author in the forms of acceptance letters by literary magazines; gasps, laughs, and other exclamations at various readings; as well as general and
genuine pride in poems well penned.  But four years?!  Hey, if that's what it took, then yes...four years.  Below you'll find some examples of what I consider
to be the best poetry this painstakingly slow-to-accumulate volume had to offer.  For more of the best this volume had to offer, you should mosey (i.e. click)
on over to the Miserable with Fire page, because that book is completely comprised of material from this very volume!
After seeing a moth in NYC's Penn Station absentmindedly fly through the closing doors of a NJ Transit Northeast Corridor train, so many questions
arose that I felt compelled to write a poem comprised entirely of like-minded rhetorical queries.  Spring Mantra combines my theory on the nature of
human relationships with some evidence from the wild, while Hand Over Heart seeks to soothe the pain that the former poem refuses to acknowledge.  
It was on a Rainy Day in Spring when a freak lightning storm illuminated a parallel to one of my favourite childhood hobbies, and the same couch I wrote
that poem on, which has coaxed me into sleep many a time, whispered something into my mind about "practice" or Preparation.  I sent a Postcard
once from space, it's fairly autobiographical from that point on, as is my Battle with good bottles of Cabernet.  One of the oddest breakup situations I've
ever described, all based on misunderstandings, appears in the form of an Apology, and a Business Card I found in a Bukowski volume bought from
a used book store got me to thinking about how desperate some people are for human connections.
from
Piles of Ordinary Poop
September 2006 to September 2010
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