Exercises in Breathing

Long out of print, our third release under our original label, Fond of Fabrication.
Full cd now up on youtube for your streaming.

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Creek.

Take me down by the river.
Take me down to the streams.
I’ll never leave this place
the where is never free,
Take me down by the river
guilded with terrible golden hair
Take Me down by the river
a beautiful bounty to see.
Always in my memory,
a kiss under the tree.

 

 

 

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be about it

My poem “like a” has been published in Be About It issue 10 . It’s the second time I’ve published with these fine people in San Fransisco. I’m lucky to be included with a bunch of other amazing artists, writers, and talents. Pick up a copy for just 3$

Updated release list .

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Ladies of Letterpress video

Here’s a video i shot at last weeks Ladies of Letterpress conference for Periscope now uploaded to my Youtube.

You can find me both places @luckycreature

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Mt Pleasant

mt pleasant, ia

Machines, threshers, and people,
Mighty historic wings in a flat land for grazing,
More places to get your hair did then population,
more places for competition.
Trucks are bigger than manhood,
Stranger danger pervades the streets,
And yet…
A simple decency exists.
Machines, threshers and people.
Mighty lion paws in an abundance of pizza joints
Less places to get your health did then needed,
Less places for the traveling wanderer,
Cars are one per person.
Cause everyone has to go somewhere with nowhere to go.
And yet…..
Life.

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Indiana, Illinois, Iowa

Indiana, Illinois, Iowa

If I could name you over,
If I could build a castle in the vacancy,
If I could find you on main st,
If I could buy a kernel of truth,
if I could store the winter,
If I could sell your views,
If I could consider you home,
If I could name the clouds,
If I could believe in champions,
If I could, i would.

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travel poem: Asheville to Indianapolis

Petrol and pavement,
Dulcimers and dumplings,
The waitress lives by the train tracks
in Midway, Ky where rests the lonely jockey.
Double scoop of Ale 8 good sir with a tinge of ginger and bluegrass lovin’
I’m a mile tiger, while my son tames lions.
We race on.
We race on.

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