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Word Raccoon Shops for a Car, Would Rather Eat a Flip Flop

Before I get into WR’s breakfast preferences, I’m trying something new. Apparently audio poetry is what the kids are doing these days, and I wanted to give it a go. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my reading of a poem I previously posted here, “All In.” I was battling the heat, birds, a determined bee,Continue reading “Word Raccoon Shops for a Car, Would Rather Eat a Flip Flop”

Word Raccoon’s Poetry Has Been Published!

NOW PLAYING: Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) – Florence + The Machine Posted by Word Raccoon, Keeper of Glitter and Occasional Wisdom Friends, nibblers, poetic co-conspirators!I’m doing joyful somersaults in the compost heap today. My little raccoon heart is pitter-pattering like a vintage typewriter on a deadline. Because guess what? 🌟🌟🌟 Three of my poemsContinue reading “Word Raccoon’s Poetry Has Been Published!”

I Keep Leaving My Novel in the Uber

(Now Playing: “Here You Come Again” by Dolly Parton) I tried singing the karaoke version the other night and had completely forgotten it spans three keys. I’ve got a decent range, but good golly, Ms. Dolly. Word Raccoon, in the background, was fanning herself with a taco shell and whisper-sobbing, “Modulation is emotional warfare.” IContinue reading “I Keep Leaving My Novel in the Uber”

I’m Longing to Linger ‘Til Dawn, Dear (Word Raccoon Got the Rizz!)

Now Playing: “Dream a Little Dream of Me”(Yes, I sang it last night. All heart, zero shame.) Reporting live from the bunker where the Busted Poetry Vending Machine sits flickering, refusing to dispense anything but metaphorical lint and fragments of verse. Word Raccoon’s tried shaking it, threatening it with a ballpoint pen, and bribing itContinue reading “I’m Longing to Linger ‘Til Dawn, Dear (Word Raccoon Got the Rizz!)”

Everything Is Tuberculosis (And Other Things I Fear, Too, But Call Me, John)

A totally nonscientific, fear-based trip through tuberculosis, as taken by one anxious, poem-hoarding Word Raccoon. NOT LISTENING TO:This playlist John Green posted once: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1E4EHcWZKczEPM?si=KrVm99kNQwCXfakPA6EFFw ALSO NOT LISTENING TO: The Mountain Goats – Sunset Tree Now Playing: Toys in the Attic, Aerosmith. (For now. Nope, can’t land on anything today. Oh well…) I tried setting theContinue reading “Everything Is Tuberculosis (And Other Things I Fear, Too, But Call Me, John)”

CLEAR BAG POLICY IN EFFECT

Here. Try this. It’ll hurt a little, but god, it’ll taste like something you almost remember. Busking from the Busted Poetry Machine Bunker —”Over It” Edition: Cold, Whatever Now Playing:“Let’s Tattoo the Moon” – from the unreleased Post-Apocalyptic Seance Mixtape by DJ Word Raccoon Even if he lands, we’ll just bleed together/ maybe we canContinue reading “CLEAR BAG POLICY IN EFFECT”

My Cathedral’s Ready—Want to See the Stained Glass?

So yeah, I had a blog post all ready yesterday (okay, mostly ready). Fine. I was working on it. And then I checked my inbox.NBD, just a chapbook competition closing—LAST NIGHT. I know how premature this might sound, entering a contest mid-fever dream and new to poetry, but this cold has had me underground withContinue reading “My Cathedral’s Ready—Want to See the Stained Glass?”

Fight me in the Waffle House Parking Lot At Dawn

Fight me in the Waffle House Parking LotAt Dawn Take out your onion ringsAnd hand them to your bestie Exceptno onion rings here You can’t handleThe RoofWrapped in paper napkins Shadow boxFour roundsOr line dance your wayBack to town Go inside,Pick a spotAt the counterAnd performAmericana Norman RockwellWill see you now Psst…I kinda like thisContinue reading “Fight me in the Waffle House Parking Lot At Dawn”

Control: The Language

I’ve had Billy Joel’s “A Matter of Trust” on repeat this morning—not quietly, I might add. The music kept the blaze alive while I finished the poem that jolted me awake—which, naturally, sparked another poem.How do you poets hold hot coals to your chests? Holy guava dip!I’ve no idea what to do with one exceptContinue reading “Control: The Language”