Fluid dimensions of apathy
Lacking the proper drugs, I…
Word to the wise..
Balance your neurotransmitters.

Become educated.
long time no see that one

Feelings after the digression
Method of distinguishing symbols from things
Tiredness after sleep and behind on homework,
But doing the best we can

Not particularly abstract these few weeks; so what?
Words on the screen, none on the paper
Diminishment of thought to focus
Artwork suffers
Damned elections
We shall see how it goes!

And never forget to: Ballyhoo!!

Save the Oxygen Please, Pretty Please?!

Poetry Ebooks: 5 stars so far “Ziggomatic Keys: Synaptic Syntactic” 4.5 stars so far “The Driftwood of Our Lives Washed Up on Some Foreign Shore” on sale 99 cents 2/1 to 2/4 and then $1.99 for three days, or something like that

Main site:
Psychic Fugue Studio full listing of work online just about and a bit of other junk

(How to stop junk mail, anyone?)

Postcard site:
Poetic Postcards

Tremendous differences,


Heroes are figuring into this
Scriggle all the things!!
Site traffic surging
Several methods, including postcards
No donors, though…
Serious enterprise
Having fun ; much work
I have other things I ought to do;
Like homework
See all the sites!!
Get Soundcloud upload done
Sign Up! mailing list…
No site yet
Send mail to
Demolition of Doom…
Erection of Hope!!
Raise awareness…
Word of mouth
Sidewalk chalk
Build blogs
Get following
Have fun & enjoy
Buy postcards
[Need to fix Zazzle upload problem! Argh! What happened!]
Tremendous differences,Immutable changes ;
Turn down the thermostat, turn out lights
Millions of small differences
Buy less waste less (yes I already am, but mainly lack of money)
I don’t need much
Happy in my office all day
One page is enough
Book Samples:

Categories of things sift into conspiracies
Everything is a symbol of something else #synapticsyntactic

Your lines are all in disorder
Your hopes are all unreal
Your life is lived in statistics
4.5 Stars on Amazon #poetry

(Near) Complete list of projects and media online by me:
1000 Postcard Project:
$1 a month perks
Nifty web art + words project:
Book sample:
Book: “Ziggomatic Keys” #poetry
For the audiophile:
Book: “The Driftwood of Our Live Washed Up on Some Foreign Shore” #poetry

Progress Update followed by Sympathy for Loneliness

(Skip intro and ramble if you just want the poem) A cool post from Scriggler (@iScriggle). I had a very strange and interesting and intriguing dream about the I just remembered now, not going to go into it though. A lot of things but it involved their computer systems and meshings or invasions between them and and various governments or some shit. And they say they tweet almost everything posted to their 50,000 followers which netted me about 300 views both times. Haven’t checked in to see if they’re still rising. I send them a tweet asking that my post be promoted just in case it’s missed or passed over. Took them 4 or 5 days to get to it after I posted “As You Disintegrate” which btw at the last minute I decided must go in the current book. And as I think I said, I’m planning to publish to paper when I learn to navigate (an Amazon company) (A fairly successful author (although it is far from his primary income) tells me Amazon actually does a pretty good job of promoting createspace and kindle books, and I guess he knows his shit) (I guess that means there are discounts for bookstores or something, cuz if there were only one price you wouldn’t be able to sell so easily above the Amazon price for one. I dunno I guess people (customers) in bookstores wouldn’t know they could get it from createspace? yeah that makes sense). Dude also says a big chunk of his income comes from book design going into createspace and he contracts out to families and stuff and does cons…. Ian McLeod is pretty awesome. I have read two thirds Bilge Pump of a Turgid Mind (poems). It is more challenging and interesting than the commercial poetry book my parents got me for Christmas. I have had to go slower and most of it works with topics that interest me… (The Christmas book is actually pretty good, though, Nick Flynn, My Feelings, significant amount of shit about death in it). And I have read a big chunk of Thirty Minutes More Or Less chapter 14 of Ian’s (wait it has a different name, I dont know if he sent me someone elses book or thats a pseudonym, I think its a pseudonym Joshua Lee Andrew Jones) The Excess Road, and it is, to put it bluntly, awesome! We have had some very fruitful exchanges on marketing and publicity (well not really publicity, I’ll have to send him a link to Publicize Your Book! recommended by Carmichael’s Books for anyone who participates in their consignment program. I read a lot of it before I got desperate and sold it for beer, and it is really good. (Sigh, I am a writer with no books. I sold them all. Well, I have like maybe twenty but half of those are things I can’t sell and have no interest in reading. Hoping paypal to and monthly recurring donations to will start rolling in when the first 70 postcards in my 1000 postcard campaign arrive at their targets tomorrow. May be too optimistic. We’ll see. Perhaps instead of doing Louisville I should be mailing to poets and poetry magazines. But I got the “Unity” card (only drew one this time, I swear) in the Faeries Oracle when I drew a card to see if it would be good to target San Francisco next after Louisville. I suppose I can just mail them to whoever I can find who I feel like in the moment rather than stick to any set plan… but some must go to poetry stuff and some to san Francisco. I sent one to Mayor Fischer, which I believe he will see and dig, but have so far elected not to send one to Obama or our new dickbag governor Bevin. Fly under the radar, I suppose, no? New landing page at later tonight (it’s next up unless I meditate first, but in this moment, I am feeling totally ready for web design… a rare feeling unless I’ve been sober a couple weeks, so I guess I’ll hit it) maybe I’ll take out some ads… I believe this is the correct Ian McLeod but he doesn’t appear to advertise his books on his site; how odd!




A playful study on the characteristics and values of loneliness.

If loneliness had a flavor,
it would be like the taste of paper . . .
referring back to the days in grade-school,
when consuming paper
was a more likely occurrence.
Milking from those memories,
the recall of pulpy spit-wads and
the “not-entirely-offensive-yet-savagely-unappealing” flavor –
but lonliness would not carry so much the certain and confident character
of dime-store, college-ruled notebook stock,
lacking that level of definitive identity.
If lonliness had a flavor,
and it tasted like paper,
it would carry the musk and frailty of an old paperback,
yellowed and pungent with the nuance of time and use,
reminiscent of cookie dough, but without the sweet . . .
or anything else really “cookie-ish”
save for the soft top-note,
a bit musty and almost familiar,
nearly comforting at first,
growing more daunting and unfullfilling
in the lengthening of its presence
on the palate.

If lonliness were a guest at your door,
it would be a face familiar . . .
one you had almost forgotten about altogether
and one whom . . .
when upon spying through the peephole,
you would quietly mouth the word “damn”
and wish you could reverse time
for just 5 mere seconds
to resist the cheerful “just a minute!”
you offered at the call of the bell . . .
betraying your option of feigned absence.
And you would exhale long . . .  and slow . . .
and brace yourself before opening the latch . . .
reluctantly welcoming and all-the-while wondering
how long this visit would last . . .
fighting the urge to keep gazing at your watch
forcing the conversation,
wishing you really had something else to do
and wondering what it was you did,
which wrought upon you this karma.

If lonliness had a sound,
it would be voice of a solitary violin,
weeping fervently,
the wanton bow and resin of sorrow
dragging across the threads of unrequieted desire
resonating the throat of sadness,
and echoing the hallowed empty halls
of absence and desolation . . .
still  . .
and low . . .
and constant,
offering no hint of resolve or pause.

But it has no flavor,
no face and no song.

It is in its essence the absence of something,
unnamed, unknown, unseen and unheard,
and still universally understood,
regrettabley mundane,
brazenly eventual,
and effectively uniting us,
to make the rain taste sweeter than spit-wads,
obligations more meaningful and important,
and sad songs somehow lighter.

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Two Free eBooks!

Two free ebooks (one unpublished) to people who will read and do a brief review on Amazon and Goodreads and mention at least 3 times on your social media of The Driftwood of Our Lives Washed Up on Some Foreign Shore. Limit 5 for now.

Samples at Look Inside (Amazon) book page and at my website. Also check out my facebook Lostinmist Twitter tribal ephemeral and my Tumblr tribal ephemeral

Producing Money

Fluidity of the terms
Allotments of attention
Becoming a seer, becoming a sage
Making fans!
Fans who play guitar, sing beautifully, and wear little dresses…
In the best of times, in the worst of times
We come forward with the ideas of transformation
But do they gain traction is the question?
Perhaps that is not my task
When we work we become solid
When we become solid we advertise
When we get these applications in…
But so difficult to focus on it
Free books to read
A better use of time
But still not…
Producing money
As of yet

In case you know who you are read this, People of the Moon is in The Driftwood of Our Lives Washed Up on Some Foreign Shore if you want a copy.

Questions, Your Thoughts?

Pondering some things, the oracle suggests that I reach out for help to friends…. I would love to discuss your answers if you would like to share thoughts on the questions below or any other thoughts.

1. How can I reach a wider audience? This question has multiple parts.
—- So far I have sold 8 copies of my ebook and only managed to give away five during the 5 KDP free days I’m allotted during each 90 day period. This despite giving away pretty cards with the title, sidewalk chalk, Google Adwords, Facebook announces, amazon ads, a couple open mics, WordPress announces, my website, and beginning to be active on twitter. I think all the paid ones have been family. I may have some reviews forthcoming from contacts made through (think I’ve got that right), but they are not out yet, and with my experiences so far it is hard to think about real success. There were no conversions from any of my plugs on WordPress, btw. (Looking for amazon reviews! be the first!). Also should I cancel Kindle Select so I can go to other marketplaces and platforms?
— I suppose more ads in combination with existing reviews may help.
— So that is one part of the question. How do I sell people on poetry ebooks?
—- How can I reach a wider audience? It just occurred to me a few minutes ago that I could more effectively use advertising by advertising for example my twitter, and then plugging my book regularly while keeping people interested with my twitter poems. I have been steadily adding followers (from a base of two, up to I’m not sure but perhaps 14) on twitter and going up and down by one on here (having taken 3 years to reach the current 317)… I don’t want to puff up my Facebook friend list. I like it how it is and don’t want to go adding all the people from high school, middle school, acquaintances etc. I was off it for four years for a reason. I don’t currently have anything in the bank for more advertising, though…
— What ideas do you have to expand my followings faster?

2. Thoughts on my work. Strengths, weaknesses, eccentricities, places where it gets monotonous? I will of course not take your word as gospel, but I will listen to and consider all critiques. What am I doing well? What grabs you about my work? What is limiting my appeal and is it something I ought to change, or just part of being different?

3. A friend tells me some of my work ought to be submitted to European surrealists presses (in particular As You Disintegrate). Does anyone have names of any of these, as she has so far not deigned to give me any?

4. It is exhausting looking at the online samples of literary journals to see if I would be a good fit, which the experts say you ought to do before submitting, particularly when I do not fit most of the ones I look at as far as I can tell. Any recommendations?

5. Since I am saving a lot of my work to keep offline and use for submissions now, there is little going up here (although I have been doing twitter poems @tribalephemeral). I suppose I should post a bit more regularly, but it’s hard to let go of things I have just written out of nowhere, so I will now ask for any requests for prompts or topics you’d like to see, and those ones will go up on here for sure, and I’ll leave a note on your most recent post letting you know when yours is up (odd how has no private message feature, is it not?)

That is all I can think of for now. I’ll put a condensed version of my questions on facebook and twitter too. Also, please follow my facebook page, Lostinmist! And if anyone is a Tumblr, I’m at Tribal Ephemeral and have no Tumblr followers yet! I look forward to any and all answers or other comments and suggestions and observations. Have a nice night.

This is My Rainbow!

As the rain of cats began to ease,
The color orange was in the sky
Chasing down the end of the rainbow
Not commenting on the gay community
This is my rainbow!
The one that ends in prosperity and LSD
How many happy days might I have then?
Never to wind up in prison
But to live with Great freedom,
Great wisdom, Great courage
Lives are to be had
Girls and Ladies are to be met
Choose your own adventure!
To begin a Kickstarter
For publishing and a publicity tour
Or should I use another platform?
So many choices
So much to do
What reverence for the divine word
The alligator footmen blow trumpets!
As the chorale sings joyfully on the radio
And the strings
Demonoid will have his day!
The driftwood of our lives
Washed up on some foreign shore!
How happy I feel at this prospect
So much to be done
The dreams of the space greenhouse
The tales of We the Small