NOT KEEPING SCORE

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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[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 you on a trip?
Shannon: I went […]

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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 importance […]

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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 to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So […]

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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 is a […]

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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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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 at life’s surface
leaving snot-like scars at our veins
We Are Not […]

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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 up ahead

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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 as my, as you […]

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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 there and
the clacking shimmy of birch […]

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