Tuesday, July 26, 2011

New Publication - Digital Americana Magazine


The new "Freedom" Issue of Digital Americana Magazine has been released. It features five poems based on my past experiences in the military. Issues can be purchased for $0.99 from the appstore for your smartphones and tablet devices.


Taken from website:
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Digital Americana Magazine (DAM) launched in April of 2010 as the world's first literary magazine made exclusively for interactive touch-screen devices, after having been accepted into the first-round of iPad App Store apps. In April of 2011 we re-launched with a completely redesigned app through the Pixel Mags digital publishing platform. With this app (now available) we offer interactive features such as slideshows, video, maps, and music that is carefully streamlined into our editorial layout.
Currently Digital Americana is available for download on the iPad, iPhone, iPod Touch and in print through HP Mag Cloud. (We are also working on bringing DAM to compatible Android tablets and the web soon)

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THE FREEDOM ISSUE (Now available)
July 2011: This month Digital Americana is all about celebrating freedom, with over 80 pages of digitized independence and amazing imagery. From 4th of July rooftop parties in Brooklyn, to our featured interview with author David Payne, to great new fiction, patriotic poetry and articles, this is our favorite issue yet. Open it up and have a look & find out what it means to be part of the restless generation.
This issue is currently included-free with the 99¢ purchase of the the Digital Americana App

Monday, July 18, 2011

Music Mondays (7/18/2011): Kevin Young and Guns N' Roses

Eulogy
by Kevin Young


To allow silence
To admit it in us

always moving
Just past

senses, the darkness
What swallows us

and we live amongst
What lives amongst us

*

These grim anchors
That brief sanctity

the sea
Cast quite far

when you seek
—in your hats black

and kerchiefs—
to bury me

*

Do not weep
but once, and a long

time then
Thereafter eat till

your stomach spills over
No more! you'll cry

too full for your eyes
to leak

*

The words will wait

*

Place me in a plain
pine box I have been

for years building
It is splinters

not silver
It is filled of hair

*

Even the tongues
of bells shall still

*

You who will bear
my body along

Spirit me into the six
Do not startle

at its lack of weight
How light


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November Rain
by Guns N' Roses

Monday, July 11, 2011

Music Mondays (7/11/2011): William Wordsworth and Pink Floyd

There was a Boy

By William Wordsworth


There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs

And islands of Winander! many a time,

At evening, when the earliest stars began

To move along the edges of the hills,

Rising or setting, would he stand alone,

Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake;

And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands

Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth

Uplifted, he, as through an instrument,

Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls

That they might answer him.—And they would shout

Across the watery vale, and shout again,

Responsive to his call,—with quivering peals,

And long halloos, and screams, and echoes loud

Redoubled and redoubled; concourse wild

Of jocund din! And, when there came a pause

Of silence such as baffled his best skill:

Then, sometimes, in that silence, while he hung

Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise

Has carried far into his heart the voice

Of mountain-torrents; or the visible scene

Would enter unawares into his mind

With all its solemn imagery, its rocks,

Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received

Into the bosom of the steady lake.


This boy was taken from his mates, and died

In childhood, ere he was full twelve years old.

Pre-eminent in beauty is the vale

Where he was born and bred: the churchyard hangs

Upon a slope above the village-school;

And through that churchyard when my way has led

On summer-evenings, I believe that there

A long half-hour together I have stood

Mute—looking at the grave in which he lies!


***

Learning to Fly

By Pink Floyd

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

In-Between


Well, many of you know, my wife and I are leaving Lake Charles. I found a job teaching Dev. English at Cape Fear Community College back in Wilmington, NC. We are very excited about the move. We found a house at Carolina Beach, so amps the excitement level up tremendously. The house is about 4 blocks from the beach and 1 block from the library. Many of our friends still live in Wilmington, which was the largest factor in heading back tot the East Coast. Missy will leave before me in the middle of the month and then I will head that was at the end of the month. Half of our house is packed and the other half is having to wait till right before the move. It is strange, out dogs and cats all can tell something is up. The boxes makes one of the dogs mope around, while the other is going crazy, bouncing off the boxes.

I will try to keep up with my music monday post while in the transition. Do not hold it against me if I miss one. I will keep you posted on the move and all other strange happenings. later.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Music Mondays (7/4/2011): Komunyakaa and Cary Ann Hearst & Michael Trent


Happy 4th of July
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A Break From the Bush
by Yusef Komunyakaa

The South China Sea
drives in another herd.
The volleyball's a punching bag:
Clem's already lost a tooth
& Johnny's left eye is swollen shut.
Frozen airlifted steaks burn
on a wire grill, & miles away
machine guns can be heard.
Pretending we're somewhere else,
we play harder.
Lee Otis, the point man,
high on Buddha grass,
buries himself up to his neck
in sand. "Can you see me now?
In this spot they gonna build
a Hilton. Invest in Paradise.
Bang, bozos! You're dead."
Frenchie's cassette player
unravels Hendrix's "Purple Haze."
Snake, 17, from Daytona,
sits at the water's edge,
the ash on his cigarette
pointing to the ground
like a crooked finger. CJ,
who in three days will trip
a fragmentation mine,
runs after the ball
into the whitecaps,
laughing


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Gasoline
Cary Ann Hurst and Michael Trent