Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

Sometimes Sense is Nothing More Than a Fraction of a Dollar Sense Is rarely a thing of any sense More likely, Total Serendipity, Randomness, Just-Because-ness– Just like this poem

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§1145 · August 14, 2010 · Daily1, Poetry, Writing & Language · (No comments) ·


“The quality which makes man want to write and be read is essentially a desire for self-exposure and masochism. Like one of those guys who has a compulsion to take his thing out and show it on the street.” – James Jones More collaborative poems with my mentor David Bromige…

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§582 · June 24, 2009 · Poetry, Sonoma County Splendor · (No comments) · Tags: ,


‘There’s no such thing as writer’s block. That was invented by people in California who couldn’t write.” – Terry Pratchett More collaborative poems with my mentor David Bromige…

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“A blank piece of paper is God’s way of telling us how hard it to be God.” -Sidney Sheldon *     *     * More collaborative poems with David Bromige, my mentor… and don’t ask me who Janice or Betty is. Or if you do, I’ll tell you they are perfect illustrations of David’s humor. Putting a […]

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“If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.” -Emily Dickinson *     *     * To honor my mentor David Bromige, who passed away this past week, I will be posting some poems written under his tutelage or in collaboration. We would make a cup of […]

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§579 · June 15, 2009 · Poetry, Writing & Language · (No comments) · Tags: , ,


It is with extreme sadness and spiked loss that I mention the passing of my friend and mentor, David Bromige.  I wanted to be able to write a great spread of prose or poetry, honoring his sharp wit, playful creativity, and a life in words. But for now, I will just provide this link and […]

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Running around like a chicken with her head cut off, your author neglects (temporarily!) to post new material on NKS… but trust that it is all leading to bigger and better things. You can’t stop this girl from writing; she loves it like breath. [[-End tedious 3rd person narrative-]] I’m doing another poetry reading this […]

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§494 · July 9, 2008 · Announcements, Poetry · (No comments) · Tags: , ,


[Shannon dials A Friend's number, who answers after 5 rings.] Shannon [enthusiastically:] Happy Halloween! A Friend: Um, yeah. Shannon: I’ve made it through Israeli security, recovered from Dengue Fever, and am trudging through Jet Lag Supreme, but I’m BACK! A Friend: …You were gone? Shannon: Funny. A Friend: No seriously, you took off somewhere? Were […]

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§385 · October 31, 2007 · Announcements, Poetry · (No comments) ·


Shannon would like to timidly announce her first “poetry” reading this Thursday, where she will be reading all-original, highly-amateuristic, and ever-questionable poems from her stint in Penngrove. But seriously, I’m excited to be reading with some local poets and friends I’ve made while living in sleepy Sonoma County. I’ve learned so much about humility, the […]

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§353 · July 30, 2007 · Announcements, Poetry · (No comments) ·


A MULTI-PART EXPLORATION ON WHETHER PEOPLE CHANGE, THROUGH THE COMPLETELY UN-SYSTEMATIC ANALYSIS OF PERSONAL ITEMS FOUND IN SHANNON DEJONG’S “SPECIAL BOX” AND ASSORTED CHILDHOOD MEMORABILIA*[1] — AND OTHER STUFF, TOO Part III Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides […]

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§279 · February 12, 2007 · Poetry · 1 comment ·


Well, it’s nice to know there’s no one out there among my audience of readers that writes poetry, or rather, no one out there willing to submit their poetry for posting. I’ll take this to mean one of three things: 1) My audience of readers is a very shy group 2) My audience of readers […]

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§223 · July 11, 2006 · Poetry · (No comments) ·


You thought you could escape it, huh? You thought, surely, this whole “poetry” fiasco that we were embarking upon over here at Not Keeping Score was a flash in the pan, over as quickly as teenagers making love. But oh no! Words endure, man. There is more loopy poetry for Project Sedation to be had, […]

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§221 · June 30, 2006 · Poetry · 1 comment ·


We Are Not Here We Are Not Here to find our peace and contentment – much less bliss. We are not here to find our peace and contentment. We are here to play witness to the continual hiccupping of modest tragedies that bubble up from the depths of Just the Way it Is and explode […]

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§212 · June 21, 2006 · Poetry · 1 comment ·


On Love You give to me, so sweetly, such sweet sweetness says he all cummings-esque knowing he (e.e.) be- ing her (his most beautiful darling) most favorite poet ,And purrrfectly says she like a fragile angel bird coyly through Love’s garden, prancing optimism all the way not seeing Reality’s hot swollen clouds casting syntax shadows […]

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§211 · June 21, 2006 · Poetry · (No comments) ·


Continuing on the path of current project (Sedation), I present to you more narcotic-induced sentiment in line form. Not a fan of poetry? Then visit my other site: www.toobadforyouilikepoetryandthisismywebsiteipostwhatiwant.com Hope you enjoy. something on the cusp of your tightly woven semantics something on the cusp of your tightly woven semantics (but not so tight perhaps […]

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§210 · June 20, 2006 · Poetry · (No comments) ·


inside out walking around and around that damn labyrinth yesterday it took all I had to click off my brain and just listen but I did, for interspersed moments, I did for pure seconds hear the water slipping over edges of the chalky plaster fountain, trickle down and then mix with that car horn over […]

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§209 · June 17, 2006 · Poetry · (No comments) ·


Projects page has been updated. Loopy poetry coming your way: to take a stand scores upon scores upon scores of people like ocean waves have crested and fallen, broken, upon these shores and still, in that surf I search and I search and I search, heartbroken for meaning, as if some tiny starfish is going […]

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§204 · June 15, 2006 · Poetry · 1 comment ·