Electric Mushroom Press

19/04/2023

This is from a future book.

Notes from Chicago

Running along shoreline-
Chicago
Wind on my shoulders
Blowing knots in my hair
Smell of Lake Michigan
Dew in the air
Fresh humid
Running a slow jog
Legs tire amid
Sidewalks outside museums
I slow to a walk
I bend-
my legs drop
I glance. The water
rings in its wake
My thoughts stop
I feel your breath
But you’re not here
You love this lake
This is your year
You’ll be here in
The darkness of shadows
These are my thoughts
Today they are quiet.
My words linger
Shouting:
This is where I am!

Straw

19/03/2023

Bracelet of a Thousand Knots.

Reflecting through a mirror joy and sad and wrongs
Needing to step out of life and all the sad songs
Bracelet of a thousand knots- one knot destroyed
Keep tying thread despite the feeling of annoyance

Each knot brings me closer to the outside of a hole
Dirt I have to climb and there’s nothing to hold
As the knots become atoms turning into molecules
Wrapping around my fingers and stay up till morning dew.

03/02/2023

03/02/2023

02/02/2023 Owned It

She sashayed through the air around
people she once knew.
Most were aware of her presence
the few,
that watched her, she looked around and didn’t talk, gave them a look and turned her head and walked.
Glanced at them through the corner of her eyes,
the only one’s she trusted were a whole bunch of guys.
The girls made snide remarks for their gain.
All the girls were a bunch of strains.
The guys she loved, they protected her.
They thought her sweet considered her pure.
Thought of her as pretty but soft and quiet.
Any one approach her well, go on and try it.
She looked at the girls who seemed in shock,
rolled her eyes and did a smile that mocked.
She held her own with a couple of guys beside her.
She laughed, didn’t care and swished her hair in a blur.
Twirled around and owned it. It was hers.

30/12/2022

I write what I like to call “Urban Goth”. It’s very dark, but sometimes dry loud. I don’t hold back and love in your face poetry. I love BEAT poetry and literature. I think I write dark goth poetry from a dark place in my head.

Electric Mushroom Press is a small publishing company. I’ve not exactly started it yet, but I have 3 zines (I like zines a lot.) Zines are a counter culture, like Beat literature. Probably a lot of zines stems from younger Kerouac fans, also counter culture from punk rock.

I have a chapbook I’m going to use Electric Mushroom Press to take care of. Normally I’d not publish my own works, though it’s tempting with Lady Ana, the book I wrote about my eating disorder. And my all nighter poems will be put in chapbooks probably titled All-Nighter.

21/12/2022

This is the cover for the full sized zine, Where the Porta Potties Are.

20/12/2022

I‘ve been asked to do a Zoom poetry reading with my friend John, for New Year’s Eve. This is a poem I’m reading called Why I Write. I’m reading a second poem, but not posting it here.

I write for freedom and pain and baggage removal
For depression, hunger and mind renewal
For poverty, women and I am a voice
I write in the darkness and that is my choice
I write at 2 am when the words come to me
I get up and write sometimes at 3
I write about things that aren’t supposed to be written
As a caution or warning or lack of ambition
I write about darkness from my
Blotted out mind
My words are legal but my mind is a crime.