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Untitled #471 (2014)
So, let’s talk about a cool opportunity, for me, and for you. If you didn’t know, I have a collection of poetry called Let’s Get Drunk and Yell This Out. An excerpt of Erika Price’s review: Sometimes, Stephen’s poems are song-like, with repeating lines like desperate incantations; sometimes they are conversational and flush with detail, …
Untitled #472 (2014)
So, the cover needs to be re-centered, but it’s not looking bad. The second page, you make notice the # with a 0 next to it. All of the printings will be numbered like that, so you’ll know what printing you got. The binding isn’t going to be anything super fancy but some roundhead fasteners …
Untitled #473 (2014)
Alright, here’s the deal. I’ve set up a very, very simple store page. You can visit it here. The prices are as follows, and they include shipping, though the 9% sales tax of my lovely county in the State of California will be applied at the time of purchase: Ordering from in the U.S.: $12.60 …
Untitled #381 (2013)
I sincerely apologize, in all the commotion of today (I finally have one of those “job” things people talk about) I forgot to set up the promotion for Let’s Get Drunk and Yell This Out. I’ve fixed that, and so a free book weekend promotion becomes a free book week beginning promotion. From when Sunday …
Untitled #367 (2013)
Oh, well, hey Burning Muse (via Noelle Wonder [ordinarywonder]), you featured that poem of mine on your page. I’m flattered. A little surprised that you were prowling through my archives, since it’s a little ways back there, but I’m glad you liked it. 🙂 Glad so many people liked it, actually. On that matter, hello …
Did you know? Poetry facts! (2014)
Poets are quite communal, gathering anywhere where words are spread, by anyone. No seriously, don’t use words. The poets will come. They’re already here. Quiet. Do no get poets wet. Do not feed poets after midnight. Your new poet has a life-time warranty, if anything should happen to your poet, play Dust in the Wind …
Artist statement. (2014)
This is a sentence. No, but really, I did something cool (to me) and I want to talk about it because I kind of threw it all up, save one post, yesterday and it might have seemed like it was just an impulsive sort of thing. It was and it wasn’t. If you don’t want …
