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Sunday, June 1, 2014

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This blog is an assemblage of 20 years of messing with poetry. i hope it offers a taste of my tastes in general. luv, Bree

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A Bit Cold Forus
A matter of belief
a murmuration of starlings
A Nap
a ring made by my very compass
A Slow Sip of Air
a song of the poor
A Yogurt Plain Old
Adulterers
Affectations
all tongue baby
Alligators Tongue
Almost Like Glass
Already for Christs Sake
Always Just Painted Moment
Amazing
An Eternity at Target
Ancillary
And and Yet
and damn i i wont learn
and home i flew
and i have on the porch
And Now
And Thats Exactly What I Did
and the flower
And This is Us Waiting
and we all know the way
and we can
and yes
And Yeti
another day
another graine
Any Incision
Apology
are you in the present moment?
At Macy's
At the bar
Autumn Song of Soldiers
aware i enjoy my breath
babe sumtimes i am just picked and drawn
Bacteria and the Moon
baking in the sun
Bamboo Song
Battle Charge
Because Cain Suggests
because it really is
Because Maybe He Was A Lawyer
Bees Delight
belief map
Better Deal
Beware
Birches
Blase
Blest a Single
blew note
bodysome
Boggess of the Abbey
Bread Box
Breakfast
Bree
Buddhistic Crack
bulbs of man
but an open casket
but not this average
can it all
can we
can't plan an artist is payed
carol dinghy
Carol in the Wind
Carryon
Cask for It
Cattle Lowing
Caught up in the moment
CC:
Chainge
Circular
city mousketeering
Clerk
Cleveland
Cleveland proper
Clikclik Holed Thru
Come for Me
Con Flicked My Feelings Off the Table
constrasst
Countin On It
cross currentse
curiosity
Curly
Cust Twin
custer is not a word
cutleaf teasel
Daddy Did you Ever?
Damien's Apples
Daniel's gold tooth smile
Dear Everyone
Dear Liza
dear reader
dear Steph again
Dear World
Death
Deer John
depending on you dear
Depression
depths the halls boroughs of poets
Derive
Dissenting Skin
Districting Distraction
Dolly
Don't be a Sheep
Dont Want To Wash Off
door jamber
Double Complicity
drinking frozen pop
Duane said
Dust Catchers
Electoral
Embryonic Gurney
Etched in Sky
eternitys relief
Even The Thistles Have Outgrown Me
every time
everything is not tit for tat
Exactly What Are You Asking For?
face font right
Fascination with Bugs
Feather Nest
feathers stuffing
fifteen yrs and counting
first class citizen
Fist Stomach
Foe Memory
for Al Simmons
for B.
for Ben Gulyas
for d.a. levy
For Daniel Thompson
for Frank Vazzano
For J. in Idaho
for Jim Lang
for Kathy Smith
for Martin
for Robert Head
For Russell Salamon
for Steph
For Steve Ferguson
for T. Kryss
for Tom Kryss
for Will Lutkiss
foreplay
Forseeing That Drunk
Forth of july pome
Free is All We Have
fuk else ima do?
furniture
Getting A Little Deep
Getting On
getting some air
Gift Horses
gilty
Giving Birth
Good Kind of Creep
got pulpit in it
Grateful Tricky
Green Panda Press
ground beef
Gusty
Gwan
Hafiz
hall of mirrors
handling the ash
Hands-free Signing
hangers on
heartwise
Heaven is Not a Cheque in the Mail
hemroyd break
heresay
Heron
Hi Cities Where
honey in the comb
Hot Painted
House Bugged
How I Love Being Me Being With You
how rude
hum hustle and hone
human condition
i am also peeling
i am not i am
i am not my presentation
i am yet to return
i believe i
I Carry the Ladders is All
i eat the apathetic for breakfast
I Have a Little Cat
I Hear Music
i hope
i know we'll cut it
i know you are but what am i?
i Life Eyes
i love to be sick
i may be wallowing in it now
i pull on my spirituality
i saw a book with a subtitle sed
i see orifices where thay aint
I Told Ben Larry Smith Was Lookin for Rebel Poets
i want to love
i wld gladly
i wld say that many
i wonder
i would hold on
i write poems about writing poems
i wunder why a poet misspells sumtimes?
I'm a hitchiker
i'm at least half-pacifist
If
if i cld a body slam
If You Can
if you will allow a Bree poem
Impersonating Fruit
in the desert
In The Unmanaged Forest
in theory
incredibly tight with my crafty
insert obscene image
is is not always
Is It Really the Thot That Counts?
it does
It wasn't a cave
its not the means to an end
its obvious
ive had enough of you
ive thot i have
Ivy Hangs
just coddle
just ducky
just hear
Kentucky
Kinetic
King King
Knitting
landing
Landscaper
Lang and i
Let Cupid Know
Let It Be Known For a While
Letter Blow
LIFE ONLY EXISTS
like a Whole Foods mango
like us
lime disease
Lips of Harlot Immaculate
little sister
Loretta Lynn Couldn't Hum It
Love Comes Clean
love is the jack of the rabbit
Making Plans
man how warm was it?
Matter Matter
Matter Ring
Maui
maybe i.e. perhaps
maybe our little bravery
Melon
Messy
migraine blues
migraines
Mister Birch
Momma Inc.
moon article say
Mother Tapping
Movement
Much After Daniel
Murmurs
muses of the muses
My Advice to the Kid Was
My Igloo
My Ladder
My Lakeview
My Lil Curmudgeon
My Mother My Self
My Private Joke
My Secret
my sweet Lang
My Woman
Mystico City
Nature Spies
nettle searching
New Moon
new yrs poem 2013
no gun for it
no lerners permit
No Moon Yet
no regard
no web
no wonder
Not Now
not shy a solsticin
not the right kind of shoes
nothing hides in me now
nothing to want now
now and waiter
now filamins
Nowhere to Sit
o but there wont be more now
o it makes me moan
Oh Bondage Up Yours
okatie and freedom roads
Olympics
On High Summer
On Nervous Potato Bugs
Once Long Ago I Cooked For Pennies
One Turbulent Flight
one two three breaths
Only Leaning
only some
Only Some Holidays
Opposite Day
Over Bagels
palmetto forest
panties in a brunch
Pause On The Walk
Pigeon Feed Poems
Pining
Playin to the Noir
Pleas from Peanut Gallerist
pleasureville
Poem
Poem for Certain Lost Boys of Sudan
Poem No. 1083
Poet
Poetry
Poets Poverty
points for bravery
Price is Rights Plinko chip rain drops
Prince John
Progress
quite a BBQ
rite of way
Room Culminates
Safety Town
Sailing
Salmon Grandmother
Secret
Sedantics
see quest noun pursuit
Separate but Equal
Settling
She Come in the Clouds
shes got a persecution complex
shopping day
Shopping List Daughter
silly teacher
simply not into biology
Sir Tom Kryss
Sister Sister
Sky's Changing
so literary
Some Bowl
some lost milk duds
Some Twisted
somehwere i have got you
Sometime
Sometimes a Stoner
sorry little one
Southfacing Couple
souvenir
spearheads not in hand
spilt seconds
Squatting with You on the Beach
Squirreled Furry Away
Starving Artists
stationary
Still a Swan
still wet
Stoking What Fire
Such Allusion
Summanus
Sun Dress
Swallows
Teacher Thing of Beauty
Tempting tRuthless
Temptress Time
than dew
that buzz
the "I" of it
The After Party
The Bistro
The Buddha Never is Pictured Wearing Glasses
The Buddha Quit
The Dust Catcher
The House
The Living Room
The Old Overlap
the one eye he gave
the only way id do that is if nothing in my life mattered
the rich make the rest of us
The Riser
The River
the same old
The Selected Meaning of Charge by Bree
the sound of one seat clapping
The Trees And The Bushes
The Usher
the way it grows barely --for Jim Lowell
there are crickets in the thickets
There is No Mist
There Is No Them
Things like understanding birds in their work or bushes
Think Fondly of Eachother
This Thanksgiving
Time Spent Alone With My Gin
time waits
Times New Roaming
To Be a World
to dance with an itch
To Gather Together
to have a job is lucky
To See In Kind
To the Lady in Red Violin
To Write Poems
Too Bad
too public
Touring Chapel Hill
Tricky Grateful
Trying to Keep Up
Turned on
u say
Under a Cloth for It
unflappable
Upon close examination there is nothing out of the ordinary
Vandal's Fortune
waiting for the john song
walking still life
Was Chicken Trax Amid Sparrows Tread
Wasn't Dealt a Fair Hand
water towers
watermelon
We Are All Orange for you Gearity Elementary
we are franks
we are passengers this time
we keep
we lie
we mustnt mustnt we?
we've got to drink the wine on time for D.R. Wagner
Wedding Franks
well let me count the waves
Were I in the Course of Time
what a prop
what a waste
what is the name of that dylan song
What the Buddha Didnt Knew
what what?
When I Coil My Heart to Enhance Flow of Words
when lost in innocence
where do i go?
which is it?
While Mending This Summer
While Tending Bar
Why Not?
Why We Ought To Take Another Vacation
window sill will
wish i cld print this (for Lang)
wishin well
Wolf Disguise
Woody (Duane is Dead)
Writ While The Pain Pill Began Its Work
Yellow Lotus
yore feist is a flower
You Are
you are motion activated
You Friend
You Shld
you sing primary colors
you were sick and slowly dyin (for Daniel Thompson)
you will up yr intake of fibrous foliage
Youve Not Sung One of Yr Songs In Awhile
Zion National

Bree's work has been published by Arthur Magazine, ArtCrimes, Big Bridge, Big Hammer, Bottle of Smoke, Bottom Dog, Cleveland State University, Deep Cleveland, Ecstatic Peace, Iniquity, Jawbone, Kirpan, Miser, Muse, Ronin Press, Split Whiskey, Temple, The City, The Literary Underground and countless precious mags.
She is the author of :'A Leg to Stand On' (2013), a memoir with a short poesy hand 'The Rainbow Sweater & My Mother' (2012) a memoir in 2 volumes 'Let Cupid Know' (Ronin Press 2012) 'Laying Pans' Ecstatic Peace (2009)
'Sleeping with the Sun In His Eyes' with Akol Madut, the story of one Lost Boy of Sudan, and how he found his home in Cleveland, OH. (2009) 'was chicken trax amid sparrows tread' Temple (2009) 'Awol' culinary poems Ptrint /P2Begin, Cleveland (2009)
and many titles thru her
Green Panda Press, began in
2001, which puts out anthies,
collections and ephemera,
produces poetry fests and
events assembling the
small press community,
getting poets who face
each other on pages in the
same room for a bit of company.

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Sunday, June 1, 2014

got pulpit in it

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