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These are the days I long to enjoy, fresh embers in what feels like a flickering fade oasis race to the finish line. Although these days are rare and are usually very short-lived, these are the flowers amongst the trash we seek out in our wayward reach towards fulfillment.
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What resides inside the mind of a writer initially isn’t what usually the polished pretty product that the reader’s eyes get to experience. Something is always sacrificed in order for the process of creation to manifest full circle. That lost rawness is usually best left in the dust that gets wiped up by the…
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I would like to say thank you to everyone who took advantage of the recent week of giving out free copies of the first three released collections of my poetical works via Amazon.com. Your consumer efforts delivered many days of double digit downloads, and to me this is a very amazing display, and I…
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Well, second round of good snowfall has set in here in the midwest and as it approaches noon not a car has roared past the house in the last hour or four. Normally this would be an acceptable absence of society rather than being suspect of foul weather at play. So as I freeze…
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Today marks the release of poet James F Miller II’s fourth poetry book, 21 Reasons/Lies. This is his contribution to anti-Valentines Day.
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I reduced the price of all my collections and chapbooks to 2.99 per download. I’m not sure what the higher price was about, but yeah, I’ve read my work, that higher price just wasn’t worth it, so no longer will that be a problem. Stay tuned to my Facebook page, I’ll be announcing some…
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As we move into the Aquarian Age, is anyone else noticing the state of the world and comparing it to the “historical records” that we have access to? Nothing will be as it was, and nothing is as it was nor will it ever be. This fascinates the shit out of me. As we…
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Amongst the madness Merry Christmas and happy holidays! I appreciate you taking the time to stop and read this blog post. I will try hard to not keep you tied up too very long. Thank you everyone for a sensational welcoming in and throughout all of 2020 and also for your continuing support of…
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A month after the debut of the ebook version of Valedictorian of the Bottom Feeders I am proud to say there is finally a printed version available. Valedictorian of the Bottom-Feeders https://www.amazon.com/dp/1733831061/ref=cm_sw_r_u_apa_fabc_HRT0Fb9K0AX35
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I’m happy to announce that my third book, Bottom Feeder, is now available as a presale on Amazon. Bottom Feeder is a chapbook and deals with relapse and the social collapse and madness that accompanies the fall. It is the third book of the now titled series Destined, but… Bottom Feeder officially releases on…
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Hopping aboard that entrepreneurial spirit soul train while wandering down this new path in life, I thought I’d take advantage of having some of these made up before the holiday seasons and before the release of the forthcoming chapbook titled Bottom Feeder. So in case you’re interested these are here and redeemable here anywhere…
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Ghost in the Reflection-Letters to Erin will be offered on Amazon as a free ebook today, tomorrow and Wednesday. So if you haven’t already purchased it, well, you’re not going to get a much better price. I hope to see a large score of e-books given away over these next few days. That’s my…
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Ok, so yesterday, I’m not going to lie, I may have done this one thing. Needless to say, I was still here when I woke this morning, and that’s always a solid ending or beginning to the continuity of any story. But I finished up filling out the paperwork for the ability to say…
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In solemn doubt, we stare one another like two natural-born enemies rather than the teammates we started down the aisle being. It’s a world-wide trend evolving faster than the damned bat flu. There is no loyalty, no honor remaining anywhere behind the scenes of the forefront. And we sigh, allowing it to continue, then…
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Music is the Gatorade for the soul, that refreshing, life-giving wholesome necessity. I cannot think of anything that starts a day better than some good tunes, a cup of coffee, and a big fatty. Music is life. It knows my good side almost as well as it knows my bad. It knows how to…
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I grasp the walls soaking wet, grip slipping further down and I furiously fight to catch my breath amongst the frantic panic. The hourglass continues to empty quickly, meanwhile, the piling half grows so slowly. Ain’t it funny how that shit like that works? In those moments lost laying upon the bottom, we…
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