When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen...
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Oct 31
2009
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Victim (by Erin Wilcox)Posted by Erin Wilcox in Victim , poem , Erin Wilcox |
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Park Bench, a dangerous thing
to lie on [under normal circumstance]
he has shot me in the neck
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Oct 14
2009
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Motherboard (by Erin Wilcox)Posted by Erin Wilcox in prose poem , Motherboard , Kafka , Erin Wilcox |
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One morning, after a night of dreamless sleep, Sasha was surprised to awaken in her bed and find herself transformed into a strange machine. Her fingers, which were once crude flesh, had become metal rods, sticky at the ends—perfect for filing. Her arm joints were soldered together on hinges. She stood up. Her breathing was flawlessly even and her heartbeat had lost its murmur. At her hips she found a monitor with mail merge on the toolbar. Sasha inspected her profile in the mirror and discovered her face to be a mask behind which gears turned in her mastoid unit, processing data received through her ocular chips. How long had this been happening? And how could she have failed to notice? Wires carried messages down to Sasha’s well-oiled toes. They moved when she told them to, but she could not feel a thing.
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Oct 06
2009
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Yesterday, I recorded three poems for KXCI's A Poet's Moment, hosted by Ron Cipriani. It was a lot of fun. I really enjoy recording for radio. One of these poems, posted below, will be played several times this week on KXCI Tucson 91.3 FM. Ron is saving the other two for a rainy day.
If you're out of radio range from KXCI, you can still hear the program through their Web site, which streams the station live.
The following are the dates and times my poem "Willow, Alaska" will play on A Poet's Moment:
