Apparently I was Wrong

Okay, I was wrong. Notice, I avoided writing the first thing people my age tend to say these days when in error: "I lied." I didn't know I would be proven wrong (in a good way), hence no lying took place. My Millennial Generation, take note. Lying means you have willfully evaded the truth and told people something was the case when you knew otherwise. Then again, can we be blamed for not knowing what lying really is after Nixon, Reagan, Bush, Clinton, and Bush II? Anyway, it turns out I have another poem to share before the ball drops on New Year's. It is up at Dark Chaos.

Last Publications of the Year (Probably)

Isn't that how we all feel when we have a bunch of poems online? No? Okay maybe just me. In case you are wondering why the image, it's because I have several new works up on Winamop. They have not given me a mop yet, though. If you scroll to the bottom you can vote for the poem. Please, be gentle.

I have a poem based on Wikileaks' latest hits, a remix of their diplomatic cables all tied up in a knot.

And to relax you after all that, here is a soothing poem from work to a calm.

Also, if anyone who reads this blog is interested, which includes the people who leave me comments in Chinese or about Ugg Boots, I am in the DC area for the holidays. This may or may not include the whole twelve days of Christmas.

On Strike for Christmas

No, this is not a review of the book or the Lifetime movie of the same name. It is instead an invitation to read a poem of mine that was posted up at Vis a Tergo, a literary outfit whose editorial decisions are being made by Yukio Mishima.

My Life in Six Words

Over at SMITH's six word memoir project

Just Call Me "Jelly Roll" Nardolilli, for a Day

Two poems of mine rolled in confection and published online at Jellyroll Magazine.

Would You Like A Pamphlet?

Go on a PDF adventure over at Guerrilla Pamphlets. Not to be confused with Gorilla Pamphlets. Volume 5 has a poem of mine in it. Also, Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. Look for a return of the Eddie Cantor Balloon at this year's Macy's Day parade.

Target the Ear Drums of Your Audience

New work of mine has been added online. Check out a poem I wrote at Target Audience and a short story about catching whooping cough at summer camp down at Sick of 'Em.

Marco...Polo...Poem...Essay

My first ever poem accepted through the good ole' postal service. It's up at the Marco Polo Quarterly. A wonderful publication. It was also the first poem I ever showed in a workshop that got acknowledgment from my peers. So consider it a real piece of history in its creation, though I cannot speak for the history contained within the lines themselves. A poet's license to to reveal his tricks. In addition, read an essay by my friend Andrea Kannes.

Listen to the Whale Sounds

Nic Sebastian reads a poem of mine up at Whale Sounds. Grab a sweater, fix yourself a cup of hot tea, and let her voice take you away.

On the Inside of Outside Writers

Two poems up in the Agit Prop 101 section of Outside Writers. Check them out here.

I Will Show You New Poems in a Handful of Dust

New works (a poet shall be judged by works and works alone) at several places. First off, two poems at the Medulla Review. To quote them: "Poems of place; that examine the city beneath the city."

Then we have two poems up at Psychic Meatloaf. Which is about as close to real meatloaf as I'll get.

And finally there is work in the latest issue of Handful of Dust.

Make Your Nights Longer and Your Antiques Everlasting

Two poems up in The Literary Burlesque. I hope the "burlesque" doesn't make it unsafe for work.

Late October Poems

I have a few more poems on the interwebs you should check out. Here are the links so you don't have to google my name and search for all my online bounties. I have a poem up at Eye of the Needle in honor of Jack Kerouac's death (the site has a picture of the house I failed to see). I also have work up at Poemwriters, three poems to be exact: here, here, and here. The picture above is in honor of Jack. When I saw his scroll exhibit at the NY Public Library I wanted to do something similar, so created a poem that I cut up in bits and pieces and rearranged on the second floor of Broome Street.

Why Vandalism?

Because they a poem of mine up after a lengthy hiatus, Six Hands, that's why!

Come Take a Journey to the Rufous City...

I have work up in the latest Rufous City Review. Follow the link and read it as a PDF. If the above picture does not match your mental image for a Rufous City, then please, by all means, substitute one of your own.