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"You're 38 and you like beer."  -Nicole

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LOVE HANDLES, HATE MINE.

THREE DIMENSIONS CAN'T HOLD MY

SWELLING, WAISTED TIME.

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Charlie Brown clouds have

followed me all day -- and i

just bought a new suit.

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From the dust of stars,

I’m the unseen Atom, the

omnipresent scar. 

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a cognac to enhance the flavor of the night, 

straight up with a borrowed fountain pen 

and a napkin on the side. 

thus the meanderings of thought and fantasy,

a kisskisskiss, 

from a disappearing vagary

......where the three come to mind.

forgive these wandering eyes, two at a time.

[Romans 650]

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Kickstarter Project Launch!

Kickstarter Project Launch!

Liftoff! 

The Pre-sale for "Wednesday Night Meeting" and Kickstarter project is live and on your interwebs!

Here's my project page!

I don’t like asking people for anything, but for this, I will. It's important the campaign gets some love in the first few days to bring more attention to it to a broader audience. It will help the ratings when people search for new projects. So, if you'd like to support my efforts and the novel, please consider checking it out this weekend. It all starts with you, my closest friends and family, and will hopefully radiate from there. 

For more about the book, I put a video together on the Kickstarter page where I talk about my motivations for writing every day and the subjects that have most inspired me. It’s about three minutes long and you get to watch me look awkward on camera! 

Thank you again for everything! I both excited and nervous about what will happen next. I hope you'll join me!

All my best,
Lou

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As a bartender I hear thousands of stories.

Many of my poems are inspired by the nights working behind the bar.

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she was buzz bomb times two,

no division in Brooklyn blue.

she was national geographic

and neo-pornographic.

she was the wind as it passes,

she was dirty shins & broken glasses.

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/Now/   I

/Now/ I

Thanks to Derek Sivers, I've started a NOW page. I'll post what projects I'm working on, the books I'm reading, what I'm listening to, etc.

Here's my first "What I'm Doing Now":

*Getting ready to launch my Kickstarter campaign to self-publish my novel "Wednesday Night Meeting." I want to be in charge of every step of the process for the clearest representation for my vision of the book—one of connected short stories. 

*Running and training for a half-marathon in a few weeks.

*Mornings: coffee, writing, & hanging out with my rabbit.

*Bartending at Mario's in Setauket, NY

*Teaching Rhythm Tap Classes in Sayville, NY

*Reading: Images of America: The Setaukets, Old Field, and Poquott; Meditations by Marcus Aurelius

*Watching: House of Cards, Turn (Washington's Spies), NY Yankees

*Listening to: The Bellegards "Perfect Strangers", Miles Davis "Kind of Blue", Kanye West "The Life of Pablo", Odell "Tre Subar"

*Enjoying great dinners and laughs with my wife, Cara

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love finds ways to reach out,

passed the expanse of sky blue.

time travels only forward,

and I only with you.

//∞

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/pOEm/   IXX

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nectar connects her

confections to my heart,

nectar protects her

collection of my art.

from the start -

the end is in sight.

blind to the light -

def to the beat.

immune to the heat.

cool to her touch.

spark the dutch.

inhale perfume,

exhale soon,

in debt today,

must pay tomorrow.

empire state dates

fatefully state desires…

empire waist makes

desires taste grapefully…

juice runs safely, lately.

wine grape goes pop gracefully.

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/pOEm/   XVIII

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I want

cloud percussion

for

planetary discussion

, then

lavender vapors rise

amidst jasmine sets

to 

touch soft twist pain

and tongue berry rain

, then

eyes twinkle 

three times crystal.

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This poem was written a few years ago when I was at The Drake Hotel in Chicago after my grandfather passed away. I spent a few days writing the eulogy for his funeral. Later, it found a second home in my novel, Wednesday Night Meeting, with some alterations to align with the character named Roosevelt, a poet and graffiti artist.

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feet firmly in the sand, alone I stand.

the breeze off Lake Michigan turns bold wind,

hair thrashing side to side, 

clothes wrinkled like the old waves,

squinting out at dusk and over this goliath.

a thrown and skipped stone leaves quick footsteps, 

subsiding without notice, strength is restored.

feet firmly in the sand, alone I stand.

 

shivering just fine in the cold, together we hold.

the breeze off Lake Michigan turns bold wind,

hair thrashing side to side, 

clothes wrinkled like the old waves,

squinting out at dusk and over this goliath.

a thrown and skipped stone leaves quick footsteps, 

subsiding with some notice, strength is restored.

shivering just fine in the cold, together we hold.

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'78 Roosevelt drops in the pay phone

for one extra moment...

voice and silver jangles cease,

a dial tone is no atonement.

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A note on process: The character named Elgin Lee Roosevelt had a few other names before I settled on it. This poem, written back in 2011, was the inspiration. I was born in 1978 and he is the character with which I most identify. The poem is about a young boy wanting his father to come home with no excuses. As an adult I'm very forgiving, but time isn't.

 

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/pOEm/   XV

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constellations consist

of burnt out ancient worlds

& paint our sky with galactic swirls.

they were once the ones who were born

with love, style, and trust,

& imagined the possibility of us.

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