Encore une fois
November 30, 2011

As some of my readers might recall, I wrote about Poetry by Emily Dickinson a while ago, and as it turns out, another one of my poems has been posted on the site.  The concept of the PBED blog is that poetry tweets with the hashtag #poetrybyemilydickinson can be gathered by other poets who creatively remix them into a longer poem which is then posted on the blog.  I have done this twice so far, and it has been very fun and artistically rewarding!  My second remix is below, and you can read it on the PBED blog here.


A snake’s breast is filled with Pluto’s milk.
I am filled with stars in love.
Star lovers drinking snake milk,
so many cosmic kisses,
so many cold-blooded celestial embraces.

My dad is miserable, and
I am filled with savage flute music.
Wild lovers leaving their parents,
so many drunken gropings,
so many acidic vomit kisses.

I want to make tiny clones of you
and swallow them like pills
each morning before work.
You are a pain killer.
You are numbing.
I didn’t leave when you
proposed we brand each other.

Lift me up,
boost me,
jack my swag,
I’m ready.

[ORIGINAL TEXT by: AhaBartleby, lindzegee, ohgodohgod, R3pr0bus, Mickeyswartz, youngmatthew.]




tweets remixed
September 1, 2011

Poetry by Emily Dickinson posted my poem on their site!  You can check out the original post, or just read the poem below.  This should also serve as proof that the moderators of PBED will in fact post almost anything you submit.

Love Affairs

My itouch has no batteries,
but I know that Shakespeare has unfollowed me.
He did not like this resurrection,
my contemporary gospel.
“Breathe me,” I told him,
I told him, “Tip toe, I’m fragile,
and let’s drink some tea.”
My skin is beautifully alabaster white.
I am forced to live in Scotland
to preserve this fragility.
Shakespeare wanted me elsewhere.
I tried to tell him that my beauty
would be sopped up by cubicle walls.
He screamed in mysteries,
“But I remember captain future,
and you remember nothing
past yesterday, but you,
remember this our parting,
remember me!”
I loved him.
My itouch has no batteries.

poetry by emily dickinson
August 25, 2011

Poetry by Emily Dickinson is a poetry project promoting active participation in creating literature. It’s an effort to steal Google traffic from a dead writer & redirect it to living writers collaborating online.”

The idea behind this project is too poetically awesome not to share.  The site is encouraging people to tweet micropoetry with the hashtag #poetrybyemilydickinson.  The tweets don’t need to relate to Emily Dickinson or her poetry, heck, they don’t even need to be identifiable as poetry at all.  Anyone can then gather these tweets to remix them into larger poems, which can then be submitted and published on the main site for the project.  I have already submitted a poem; the site moderators claim that they will accept all of their submissions, and I would highly encourage anyone and everyone to participate!

Some of my favorite tweets so far:

“I want your face delivered to me with free 2-day shipping.”


“I found a kid’s backpack in Times Square.  I am a kid’s backpack.  I eat stuffed animals and bombs.  I create panic.”

“purify my soul w/ a brita filter, or your favorite bright eyes song”

“breathe me”



entering the twitterverse
July 20, 2011

So, I now have a twitter account.  Slowly but surely, I am catching up with the times.  Follow me if you are so inclined @vNeck_Trees.  I’ll probably be tweeting things of a poetic nature a fair bit, so look forward to that, and if you’re curious about the literary mags that I’m interested in, you can find out about some of those through my twitter as well.

And because this is a poetry blog, after all, I’ve written a haiku about twitter, since the brevity of the form seems fitting, given the character limitations of a tweet…


All noises have ceased.

Crickets have stopped chirping and

the birds are offline.