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Life Update

I know my blog posts have dwindled lately, even after I said I would pick up the pace and start writing more short stories. You see the thing is, I've been hammering out poems, one after another, over at my poetry website, and while I'm in that groove I don't dare disrupt it. I've posted only a few of them here, but trust me, there are many. My inspiration has been a mixture of beautiful friendship, relationship woes, alcohol, and a few of my favorite poets (Bukowski, Plath, and Neruda). Together, these ingredients have elevated my mind to a point that it has never been, and I'd like to keep it there for as long as I can. That being said, I thought I'd stop in and offer a quick hello and briefly describe a few new things in my life. I suppose the first change to be discussed is the fact that I am single again, go figure. I made a half-hearted promise that I wouldn't talk about this too much out of respect for her, so I won't go into detail. But let'

Under The Serpent Sun

passing by Deaf Man's Drift, bowled delights of heaven shine down illuminating soft treasures and links within the shoreline. the cloud empties without reason, dumping raindrops the size of yesterday on everything it meets. the earth swallows, water rushes up to greet me. now, today is just like yesterday, a drenched insomniac's dream that I am walking through, like a devil trying to escape a reputation. night climbs up to the edge of town puts its elbows down, watching. I remember this now, from a nightmare I had when I was sixteen feet tall- the hidden springs inside the machine, squeak squeak squeaking.. the rooftop caving in, again & again.. a cavalry of Cavemen on horseback dragging the bodies of Europeans behind them in a slow death trot.. mother calling me away from the cliff edge as I dangle one foot, then the other. the sweetness of this is the hunger that follows the serpent sun, a journey through the gut that explodes on the other

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these fingers that hold this drink, curved with appetite and misdirection, feel lonely tonight. In each man temper trumps tempo, stars adjust in heaven and mistrust their master. when love escapes the roots of springtime, when hell is passed down like water to a drowning child, all becomes forgiven. I'm betting on the singing fools, memorizing their music- la da da dee da, la daa dee da these notes extend past the blueness of the horizon, fold back in on themselves, muffled by the beauty of the song. I am puzzled by the nature of everything, especially the cool wisps and the long cup goodbyes. I think there's a chance that I love you, whom who whoever. you started up this hill and carried me to the top, and the view is absent without you in the end. poem by Mick Tomlinson

Yay For The Local Guys!

I don't typically do this, actually I've never done this, but I'm about to use my blog page as a platform to applaud a local business here in Salem. Before I moved to West Salem I lived in a two story house in NE Salem where I was the upper-half tenant. This house was ancient, abused, even derelict at one point, and the entryway to my area was a steep, narrow set of disenfranchised stairs. The reason I make mention of these stairs is this: at one point my refrigerator quit working and it had to be replaced (and the poor guy who had to lug that fridge in and out of that house did so with gusto, don't ask me how). Now, if you follow my blog then you already know the (gin & tonic) back story that explains why my refrigerator quit working. I'll not re-explain it, for the sake of those of you who are super cool and follow me all the way into the depths of hellish despair. But if you really want to know, click this: BLOG ENTRY . So when the fridge went down I shopp