In a Midwestern city not too far away in a future far, far from now, Zombie Logic Press became part of Rockford History.
The only issue I have is the story is dated 2907, and while I might not mind living a 1000 year life, I'm not sure I want to do it in Rockford, or after a trump administration. One of my conciliations is that I never believed I would live until fifty, and I as I approach fifty it's certainly no certainty I'll get there. This latest book is meaning more and more to me the more I think of it.
Before my heart surgery I really didn't make a lot of preparations for my death. A few. I signed a power of attorney form and destroyed some old journals I didn't think anyone would want to or need to read, but I just couldn't do it. Almost four years later I still haven't prepared for my death, even though the realistic odds of it happening at any time are 1,000 times greater than yours.
When Jasper was younger I'd be with him and I'd think "If I died now I wonder if he'd remember me." It was always a constant reminder to be who and what I'd want him to remember me as if I didn't have all the time I wanted to create those memories with him.
Now he makes books more complex than the one I'm about to release. And the twelve year old has written two novels.
He made a functioning pop up book all by himself.
Finishing off Atrocious Poems A To Z was difficult for me. I didn't really have the energy or vigor I needed to drive it home, but I did my best. And maybe I'll still get a couple more cracks at it.
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Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Outsider Poetry On the Pecatonica River
When you're eating a brown banana that has been in your duffle bag god knows how long and trying to contact an actual human being from Comcast to help you install all the cheap plastic devices they just sent you then you really start to know what's important.
When you're floating down the Pecatonica River and your five year old is using your crotch as a resting spot for his restless feet you really become aware of what's important.
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When you're floating down the Pecatonica River and your five year old is using your crotch as a resting spot for his restless feet you really become aware of what's important.
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| Fishing upside down like Scott Walker on the Pecatonica River |
I'm going to put a poem here.
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