The Wet Sheets

Warning: this piece contains strong language

A sliver of glass

I leapt

from my Father’s

eye reflecting

a Mother that

didn’t exist.

Cigarette butts rose

to Heaven, thunder

formed my torso.

Dust blew through an

umbilicus and

collected to

form fingers

and lips.

Here is my birth:

In the ghettos of

Charleston my

Daddy beat off

and I coagulated

on the ceiling.

Now bound in

cords of placenta

endorphin seeps

through

my veins

and I breath.

Rob Goldstein – 1986-2019

 

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Two Poems in Igxante: An Ontology

from O at the Edges

O at the Edges

My poems “Ramekin” and “Windows: A Theology” have been published in the online anthology Igxante: An Ontology. I am grateful to editor Kate Morgan for taking these two pieces.

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Book Launch–Born in a Treacherous Time

Jacqui Murray – Book Launch

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This week, my wonderful efriends here in the blogosphere are helping me launch my prehistoric fiction novel, Born in a Treacherous Time. I’ll be visiting their blogs to chat about the book, the process, and anything else on their minds. Some of the questions we’ll cover:

  1. Why did Born in a Treacherous Time take 22 years to write?
  2. Why did I change genres from thrillers to historical fiction?
  3. What books that you might have read are like this one?
  4. We know Lucy’s species, Homo habilis, died out about the time of this story (1.8 million years ago). Is this story dystopian—meaning Lucy loses in the end?
  5. What one characteristic allowed Lucy to survive in a world populated with Sabertooth Cats, violent volcanoes, and predatory species who liked to eat man?
  6. How do I differentiate Lucy from the species of man that followed her, probably led to her extinction…

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Do Something, Baby!

from Living a Beautiful Life

Living a Beautiful Life

Mmm, lovely.  Light froth rising in the matcha.  The bamboo whisk really is an improvement over a fork and even a metal whisk.  Who was I to argue with tradition for so long?

WOOOTWOOOTWOOTWOOOT

“Shut the fuck up!”

Ah, nothing like the dulcet tones of neighborly love whilst basking in the warm glow of early morning light.

WOOOTWOOOTWOOOT —

“I’m trying to sleep, douchefucker!”

“Fuck you!  I’m trying to make breakfast!”

Several of our intrepid heroes convene in the hallway.  Sipping my matcha, I glance at the clock.  5:38 a.m.  I close my eyes, inhale, feel a small smile form, and exhale.  What luck that I’m already up and mindfully calibrated for the day.

WOOOTWOOOTWOOTWOOOT —

“For fuck’s sake!”

“I don’t know why it’s going off!”

WOOOTWOOOTWOOOT —

“Do something, fuck!  Take action!”

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Isn’t this good advice for life?  When something is happening that you can’t tolerate, or…

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