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book notes for Straight Away the Emptied World

Posted in national poetry month, press, publications, straight away the emptied world, Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on April 13, 2016| Leave a Comment »

I created a “Book Notes” for Largehearted Boy for my new dystopian poetry chapbook, STRAIGHT AWAY THE EMPTIED WORLD.  Read it and listen to the playlist !

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DON DREAMS AND I DREAM HAS A HOME AT POWELLS!!!

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on March 6, 2014| Leave a Comment »

DON DREAMS AND I DREAM HAS A HOME AT POWELLS!!!

Go get him!

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A Page Turns

Posted in fantasy, prose poem, tagged , , , , , , on February 14, 2014| Leave a Comment »

 

 

            “Oh, you would’ve liked a better ending!” she exclaims.  “That’s too bad. Next time, show up to the right story.” She opens her heart and says, “Hmm, let’s see what is given to me today to write about.” She is hoping for a new page.

             I want to be a self-starter, she thinks, I want to finish with sparks.  And then she is little girl, catching fireflies in the summer.  Each glow, a story; each glow, an ordinary sun.  

            She paces on the line; squeezes between two words and then line-jumps. She is glad to see the margin, and leans there for a minute. It bends, bridging into another margin.  Even the heart has architecture, she thinks.

            This is her great love: this figuring; this terror-slaying; this air raid of wonder.

I want to be involved with a stanza, she thinks. She wants something to call her own. A page turns.  “I love you,” it says, “I love you.” “I love you.”

© Umansky 2014

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Notice the Reference to Them Never Appears

Posted in poems, tagged , , on November 10, 2011| 1 Comment »

 

You know language is complicated and felth. And, artificially speaking, intelligence can be learned; so who knows what you’re really like. Look at what’s happened to dating.

 

Look at the spuddled mess of our beloved messenger: Cupid.     [ uh huh, ok. Sure, you’re trying ]

 

Messages are so compact, but not mine. I teeter on. I keep it rambling, baby, yea!

 

No forswunking here. I mean what I say. I don’t need emoticons, though I like them.  I like showing you what I’m going to tell and why the hell not?   

 

So what if we’re all feeding into a societal porn or societal norm online– memory gets replayed now. We alter it. Create your own scenes. Miswire. Use words to mean different

 

words, but don’t darg the intent. The intent should be golden, purposeful and proud. The reference to them never appears because I don’t want it to. Here, I’ll try not to moffle: 

 

I speak from the heart.  Always will.  The screen-size doesn’t matter. Size doesn’t, too. I have restraint.  Now, I feel dirty in my rambles. In my brambles. and gambles. Oh well, my personage is crystal                                            clear.

© Umansky 2011

 

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Turning Over Phrases: key to joy

Posted in poems, tagged , , , on November 4, 2011| Leave a Comment »

Turning Over Phrases: key to joy

 

Listen and listen good, I clicked [add to spell-check] when I saw that your name turned red. I blushed and thought: How romantic! That’s the beauty of this felthed time. I can spuddle with what I deem romantic; with what I deem to be romance. Tug it, tweek it, tune it til it’s just-right. Each digital act is darged by a display of affection or gratitude;

 

attitude or charm. There is a bit of me, here, between bone and heart-bone. A bit moffled but still plush. It has been too long; too gone, since I’ve felt this kench. An interior kvetching, here, beneath the breast. I am looking at the digital for something heart-felt; something coded: HEART!  Something worth-worth [sharing]. Something worthy of an investment. But then again,

 

I am a salesman.  (My father’s daughter ). My words, a financial gesture between myself and my word-bank. I am selling you an aesthetic experience. I touch-type [x][x][x][x] and a word is now forswunk and forswinkled. I am so endearing; so enduring. Can’t you see I’m being genuine? This is potentially profitable. Don’t you want to cash-in? The heart is a loaded weapon.

 

            [Did I say weapon; I meant, investment.]

 

© Umansky 2011

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How to Read

Posted in poems, tagged , , on October 6, 2011| Leave a Comment »

 

Forget what you already know. 

Get caught up in it.

 

Alphabetically not electronically

 

Be pastoral with language.

Feel the grain.

 

Phish, but remember where the bait is.

 

Count your chickens

before they go viral.

 

I could be bringing this to the masses in hard copy

[Forget the hardware.]

 

 

I prefer the printed word.

 

[Not pressed.]

No links required!

 

           

Use your noggin.

Not your smartphone.

 

Use your smarts.

 

Handle the page &

Cradle that word.

 

 

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