Poetry fans take note... Sam W. Reimer's, Gray Matter Graffitti has finally come off the press! After an approximate two year gestation period, and a number of 'hiccups' in the production, I can't even begin to describe how exciting it is to see this labour of love come to light! It was a pleasure (and struggle at times) to work on this book. The book designed by Circle, is a compilation of poems written by Sam W. Reimer, and edited by Robert L. Peters. Here's an excerpt about the book's author by the editor from the back cover:
Draft-dodger, Jesus-freak, “conditional pacifist,” prolific writer, devoted father, “tactical anarchist & strategic monarchist,” unwavering romantic, bohemian bard, “ecstatic depressive,” gregarious hermit… this rollicking collection of some 200 original works draws from thousands of poems penned over the course of four decades—inspired ruminations by Sam W. Reimer, an (hitherto) unsung gem of a poet.
This book (IMO) should belong on any poetry fan's bookshelf... a truly diverse, treasure trove of prose, sure to delight! I'm not sure how you can obtain a copy of the book at this point in time, but I'll keep you all posted! FYI, the book ISBN 978-1-55383-196-9
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Eye was fine until the rain came down. The blanket seeped. The CharlaX wept. The wonder of a dry warm place replaced with cold wet water on my ankle. The blanket caught the water for it's a comforter with many little triangular pockets made to simulate a quilt. Eye was trying to have a play a day time dream and when eye was almost there it came the water dumped inside the thing and cascaded on to foot. CharlaX almost cried again but long interment in the camping zone has warned me to be always ready on the go.
Everything eye have belongs to me no thief am eye eye gather all eye need a dry coat and a shoe on foot these things belong to me the socks so dry on toes. When eye decide to eat some meat eye twist it up and in it goes the meat is mine not taken from a car or from the backseat of the bus unless its left for all of us to have the many people leave a mess sometimes and so the CharlaX is a scrounge rhymes with clown but the rhythm is so wrong the oversize clothes the hats made all of wool and so many they seem like a hive upon the hill when rain comes down the head is dry the hands in gloves the feet so dry in layers of sockings from the night before the rain eye get my things the old fashioned way eye work my hands in every trash can in this city trying to pull jewels and diamonds from the dirty bags of tossed decay. Eye ate some onion grass when eye was smaller than the now the version of my youth was hungry now and then eye placed the grass in mouth and eye did chew and the day came when eye finally saw the grass come up and it was not an onion but a flower all the time eye had been daintily chewing upon the flowers calling them onion grass its true no ewe don't laugh its true ewe so very true. Stop the Press. Leadville is turning into Muddville in John Denver Colorado. This just came in over the wire,'
DENVER - More than 1 billion gallons of contaminated water — enough to fill 1,500 Olympic-sized swimming pools — is trapped in a tunnel in the mountains above the historic town of Leadville and threatening to blow.
Leadville, which sits at 10,200 feet of elevation and some 100 miles west of Denver, rose to national prominence and attracted thousands of people after a gold rush in 1859. After the gold ran out, silver became the dominant mining industry. Residents of the Ghost Town were advised in a CharlaX Fabel to please leave the area alone and on foot each one of you must make his or her way into the next state to become CharlaXes neighbors for only One1$ dollar per persona eye will instruct each person one at a time WAIT how many people are coming? Leadville's 2,700 residents. Bring your dollar to CHARLAX in Arizona at Tucson.
WOW eye can ride SUN TRAN for a while. SMILE ewe.
It's just part of my Third Million Dollars.
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