In the matter of a month, I lost my father and I became a father [to daughter Lilah Bell]. And then when I lost my father…. Easton: No, not a chance! I was never gonna be this [a family man]. I was destined for a life of loneliness. But somewhere along the way, someone comes along and knocks you out and takes your heart and you go with them and you go down a different path.
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Probably one of the main differences between the old poems and the poems now is there was a lot of role-playing in those early poems. I held so many things in for so long that I try not to do that anymore. I highly recommend it. It was all done late at night after the kids went to bed. Some of the best thoughts come to you there.
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Easton: I gotta be honest: I think this is it for me and poetry. It took so much out of me. There were times it hurt and it was frustrating and there were some tears shed. I always carry around this little sort of Moleskine journal and I jot down thoughts here and there. The first copies will be available exclusively on his website, michaeleaston. Diaries of the World.
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Meeting Me There Later. The central question of this innovative [ Another time and place where we might belong. How to be an Alpha Male.
Doubt your position, then stand over it. Use expansive gestures in small malls. Do not confuse confidence with white magic. This can be overstated. The eyes have it. Every one. In the Eyes. Be the after-shave commercial you were born to. Not everyone can smell like you.
Possibly wear a [ A Temple For You. A place to think just be. A chamber of boiling water, a chamber of imported wood, a chamber of casual commerce.
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Over green tea bags two couples discuss overseas real estate acquisitions. The younger woman recently lived in Bali for 6 months [ The unblinking doll in the room I am staying in blinked. I looked under the bed and there was the roof. One of my teeth is talking to me.
The power is out but there are lights in my head. Outside the window is where we buried the dogs.
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The thunder arrives before the lightning. March Heatwave. Someone should invent the opposite of a hot water bottle. We no longer have the right to colours. It is reflex to recoil from sour milk. Silence like the dead air [ Selworthy Beacon. Extra Virgin. Even the saint is quietly desperate.
I have my ear to the peninsula. This much is never expected. Not a chance of ugliness not now but later on they will forget their names and the month will be wet. The bay of [ The Last Word.
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Even a race to Obama, she was gonna beat Obama. Local bus from Tampere to Helsinki. As I board, the driver asks for my passport like he already knows we will travel to another country. Along straight highways lakes shimmer under power lines. Silver birches shake yellow leaves.
Dark clouds come with rain. Beside me a young man reads Learning Vietnamese in Finnish. For a change of mood he [ Splintered Viking Boat Song. Living with Sieve. Theater of the Void. There was a lot of screaming and praying to Jesus. What might make sense in one place might not be recommended in another. It was all night of slam, bang, boom. It bubbled up from the doors, seeped in from the windows. People always want to [ What to Eat When Someone Dies. None of us even tried to step outside.
Dave put a shotgun to his chest so we could study his brain. He often talked to himself. The River Night. All the old words are new words aligned in a shaky way all over the climbing sheet, shanks of curtains, the crispy cords. Now they wind me up and work free in planet light, the risky tintinnabulation of vine, and tree, and thorn. The night is always green. The Gap in the Trees. I hobble on my syllables hoping something will surrender a thought, maybe, a kindness, a practicality.
A gap in the trees before sunset does more.
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Surely, [ Finally you convince me to take that road trip west toward the bight and some perspective, firm in your belief that if illness is an enemy it gives away its weak point like any structure under stress.
There are many ways to win or lose hearts and wars — we know this; we weaponise our [
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