Month: October 2015

Million Dollar Billy Done Dada

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A tribute to dada poetry (aka dadaist poetry). I had a great time seeing language emerge from my little plastic bag of cut-out-words. I am impressed with how easily the title presented itself. Story (October 2015) is about a new-found photo of Billy the Kid which may be worth 5 million dollars.

To learn more about dada poetry please visit this link:  http://modernism.research.yale.edu/wiki/index.php/To_Make_a_Dadaist_Poem

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Dark Exposure

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“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face” ~John Donne

White noise

Not silence

Bared flesh

Smeared with blood

Rearing up

Like a horse

De-reined

By the pull of autumn

Leaves snap

Harden amber

Cold forest breaks

The fragile mound

Of flesh summoned

From the ground under

A birth for winter’s

Arms surround

From the base

White water

Not pure

Not anymore

Wild glass

Played by fire

The forest yields

A dark exposure

So much awakes

Right before

The ground freezes

Half way out

Violently lashing

Still alive

Warped by survival–

Clburdett, 2015