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Putrescence
May 2002 - December 2003
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   Here's where it starts to get tricky.  So many good poems, so many hard decisions to make.  I'm most happy with this volume, as it provided the bulk of
material for my third collection, Inanimates.  It is a particularly bitter volume towards women, for no other reason than ideas that seemed good at the time,
and stayed good, with or without rhyme.  Heralded by myself as the ultimate volume thus far, it was written while submerged in the working world, far apart
from the institution of school or the bindings of any one particular relationship.
   I Miss Your Orbit was written for the wife I lost to normalcy, a former side-by-side friend that lost her taste for words and challenge.  No
Longer 24 Hours is a piece of self-exploration, stepping up to mental plate and admitting the fact that it's over.  Written for a love that could not be:
Towards Her Open Arms.  I've been to a few strip clubs in my time, and none of them have been a favourable experience:  Latest Demon.
Started as a couple of un-lines, Question for the Pharmacist is a poem that challenges the worth of relationships from a male perspective.  
You've Already Read This is my take on life with a subtle allusion to Dylan Thomas.  I was never one who wanted to write about 9/11, but I take
great pleasure in writing about the people who write about 9/11 (as well as the general reaction to those events) in How Has Your Emergency
Changed.