Tag Archives: Writing life

The right thing to do

Posted on March 23, 2013 by thelostkerryman

While it is flattering to have someone quote me, or use an idea I created, it is appropriate for anyone who uses a substantial part of any post from my works to get permission first. I did not use someone … Continue reading →

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A bit of poopery

Posted on July 14, 2012 by thelostkerryman

A bit of kid poetry…. Too much sauce too much paste too much pasta on my waist feel so bloated feel so blue feel like a toad and smell like one too… …and a bit of kid poopery…. I love … Continue reading →

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Interlude

Posted on June 22, 2012 by thelostkerryman

Just a short note to say I am actively writing my newest play…I have reached a point in the play where the plot, characters, etc are all worked out- it is editing and lighting/sound I’m working on…so, nothing external now … Continue reading →

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Reclaim the culture

Posted on April 28, 2012 by thelostkerryman

Bad poetry is like dry scalp- you want to scratch it till it goes away. I felt that way this evening as I stood, squinting in the sun, as a man ranted dismembered words full of angst at the sky, … Continue reading →

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The words of a poet

Posted on April 17, 2012 by thelostkerryman

Character is not the lines etched along one’s forehead, it is the testimony your life provides. It is the days, like pages lived out before the masses, that create a life poem or a story. Years ago, a seanachtai would … Continue reading →

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Has Anyone Seen My Imaginary Dog?

Posted on February 23, 2012 by thelostkerryman

No one asks me anymore if I get lonely; it must be my age or a misunderstanding. Or perhaps, just perhaps, the world is collapsing into a void of black hole-indifference. But more likely, my colleagues and acquaintances believe my … Continue reading →

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