Saturday, October 19, 2013

A compliment from Dane Baylis



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The author, Dane F. Baylis

EVER MORE EXQUISITE NOISE

Let's move on to another of the ASKEW POETRY JOURNAL, Issue #14 poets. At this time I would like to present Tim Tipton. Tim is a unique younger voice in the Askew pantheon and is already making a name in the Southern California scene. His recent chapbook, "LATE NIGHT BREATHING" was the winner of the 2013 San Gabriel Valley Poetry Festival Chapbook Contest. He read his poem "DIRTY WEEKEND" for the Askew event.
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                                                           DIRTY WEEKEND

                                        I had a dirty weekend with a total stranger
                                        We stopped at a little bungalow by the sea
                                        that hummed to itself.
                                        We climbed up a jacaranda tree
                                        and sat in the branches until our hair was
                                        covered with purple buds.
                                        We climbed down and slithered through the mud,
                                        pretending to be seeds.
                                        We sprayed each other with a garden hose
                                        and the water caught sunlight so that we rinsed in
                                        showers of liquid rainbows.
                                        We ate banana and peanut butter sandwiches,
                                        played music and pretended to surf on the bed
                                        under sharp salty sweat air.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Rest in Peace Joyce

Joyce LaMers
 
      New Book Says Atheists Can Go To Heaven          
                          - headline in the Los Angeles Times
 
So, if I never tell a lie
I’ll go to heaven when I die
St Peter with his welcome grin
Is pretty sure to let me in.
I’ll sit right there at God’s right hand.
My harp will join the angels’ band.
I’ll skim the clouds on feathered wings
and harmonize when Jesus sings,
so full of grace I wont much care
that none of this is really there.
 
Joyce LaMers on youtube
“I’m in Love with Tiger Woods”
 
“Anabel Lee Does a Postmortem on the Hazards
of Romance with a Metrical Poet”