Monthly Archives: March 2014

  1. affirmation broke my writers block

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    March 27 by The Running Son

    affirmation broke my writers block im obliged to mention how conventional ive been regarding my pace and what’s expected from …
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  2. gold standard

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    March 27 by The Running Son

    gold standard read a poem once that claimed that nothing gold can stay. how moments of sweet victory drift off …
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  3. bear market


    March 27 by The Running Son

    bear market to the 3rd and 4th generation biofiscal armageddon catch em live then pack the dead in watch em …
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  4. my new sheen

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    March 27 by The Running Son

     my new sheen flipped my script to ‘savoir faire’ to unzip the slipknot gnarled there. i covet my heirlooms, my …
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  5. Surfs up!

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    March 27 by The Running Son

     Surfs up! Two thumbs way up for any wave that will carry us all safe. Moments feed momentum. The very …
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  6. a question of time


    March 26 by The Running Son

    a question of time tides shift and fortnights slip away from us. o endless succession! lips parch and suns chap …
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  7. dont cry

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    March 26 by The Running Son

    dont cry the truth is i need more time to decide if time exists on a line in god’s mind. …
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  8. naughty infrastructure


    March 25 by The Running Son

    naughty infrastructure the gods cry at our institutionalizing. I know this. long graved gnostics sigh soft, oblutioning (or trying to) …
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  9. sum aint the whole

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    March 25 by The Running Son

      sum aint the whole shards detach. small bits shimmer. particles of heavy matter undulate, nervous ticks from inner frequencies …
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  10. The Monarch

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    March 25 by The Running Son

    The Monarch Newly stretched canvases collect heirloom inks. Painted deserts sink, and the wind streams whisk us off to promised …
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  11. Poetry is the space

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    March 24 by The Running Son

    Poetry is space between us erased of windy airs, redeemed as more than just a place not seeming like it’s …
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  12. DEATH (being a new poem presented by Jim Aldrich in free verse format. Edited by Jim Aldrich. A Jim Aldrich production)


    March 24 by The Running Son

    DEATH (being a new poem presented by Jim Aldrich in free verse format. Edited by Jim Aldrich. A Jim Aldrich …
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  13. beyond dinner chatter

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    March 21 by The Running Son

    beyond dinner chatter Does unexpressed creativity really exist? Does the lone tree falling make a sound? If I am what …
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  14. Poetry is the sea

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    March 20 by The Running Son

    Poetry is the sea made solid, or little buoys maybe, small island colonies where elusive concepts frolic and grownup men …
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  15. a venial sin

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    March 19 by The Running Son

    a venial sin I almost wrote a poem matching Bukowski’s gross burlesque, and nearly dispatched a clever expletive with the …
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  16. Deep Breathing


    March 19 by The Running Son

    Deep Breathing Pluto had always been a bit off so no wonder he’d never quite been established in a caste. …
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  17. stylist

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    March 17 by The Running Son

    stylist truth is i dont fit or braid in well. truth is i cant make split ends of it all. …
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  18. bottle rocket

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    March 17 by The Running Son

    bottle rocket As things will, the light show and intense focus passed for good or ill. To fill the void …
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  19. a trust deconstruct

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    March 8 by The Running Son

    a trust deconstruct jesus the over -adjustment of your too wide eyes. you wouldn’t otherwise catch it save by surprise …
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