Michele McDannold

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Name: Michele McDannold
Date registered: June 15, 2010

Latest posts

Underground report: denver. — July 7, 2013
Underground Pre-Report: Cleveland, Ohio. — July 7, 2013
Underground report: Carlinville, Illinois. — July 7, 2013
Underground Report: Jacksonville, Illinois. — July 7, 2013
E.E. Cummings — July 7, 2013

Author's posts listings

Mar 25

As Magic as Anything

Categories:

archives, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

Jesus is not here to save you any more than the bartenders or the politicians, any more than the drug peddlers or the girls in magazines. The church like the queens of late night infomercials will take your money but have no interest in your soul, leaving you to fend for yourself as you always …

Mar 22

2012 death cross

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archives, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

At the grocery store, late afternoon, and it’s crowded. Store in one of many strip- malls that dot the landscape on the periphery, interlaced highways. I think I see Pete in there. Pete married my first ex. We’d huddled under blankets upstairs, junkies downstairs, no heat or hot water, then all that gunfire. We carried …

Mar 19

Spontaneous Poetry, Session 1

Categories:

Project U Radio: Segments

by Michele McDannold

Spontaneous Poetry @ Project U Radio. Join us on Thursday, March 22 at 11:30 EST, 8:30 Pacific. (LINK TO EPISODE PAGE) Wanna play? All you have to do is get a notebook, any kind. Doesn’t matter. You need a place to leave it where people can be free to add their spontaneous poetry without it disappearing …

Mar 19

Coffee and Donuts on Ice

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archives, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

The Minister of Information sits quietly in the Happy Donut next to the seventy five year old anarchist who doubles as his landlord. The Minister of Information wears his multi-colored “Cleaver sleeve” pants with their twelve inch if they’re a foot codpieces. He’s been sporting them on the spoken word scene sporting them all over …

Mar 16

Douglas Bader Post Pub Crawl Scenario

Categories:

archives, Flash

by Michele McDannold

Through the puddles of piss and puke of the back alley of the Shaft Worker’s Arms walked the man with no legs. His alloy lower limbs with cosmetic gold plated toe nails clanked on each footfall and he whistled a tune he couldn’t name but had heard on the pub’s jukebox until he caught sight …

Mar 14

The Literary Underground Radio: Project U Radio And Drakonian Vampire Tunnel

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Literary Underground, Project U Radio Open Mic Shows, Project U Radio: Segments

by Michele McDannold

Thank you for your donations, always welcome, anytime. Link on sidebar. Donations pay for the monthly account costs on Blog Talk Radio. Feed the kitty. **NOTE**This week on Red Fez Radio, hosted by Tim Murray, tune in for a special tribute episode to F.N. Wright. DETAILS HERE . F.N. Wright Memorial Show. Read about him on …

Mar 13

Conflicting Fathers

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archives, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

Each day, towards eternal sleep I dream…of my forefathers who dared to run the gambit, I see loneliness and pain among the echoes– oh dear lord, help me remain virginal among the ruins of self… My own father died of cancer on June 3’rd 2006. Spiritual being, founder of all, guide me toward a beautiful …

Mar 10

Libya!

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archives, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

Libya, Libya, Libya, Libya, Libya Libya, Libya,Libya! We have already forgotten how To spell Moammar Gadhafi’s last name The other day on CNBC I saw it on the screen All in capital letters Kaddafy With a K-A-D-D-A-F-Y Why, I don’t know, It certainly wasn’t the right spelling But very humorous really Because Kaddafy Makes him …

Mar 07

No Coffee

Categories:

archives, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

When the alarm blasts me awake I have to unlace my work boots to get ready for work And there is no coffee Six goddamn years I don’t see the sun til I have already broken a sweat til I have already ate a cold lunch of cold leftovers or worse At least five days …

Mar 04

End-Times

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archives, Poetry

by Michele McDannold

that red bloodshot eye, they say, could be from almost anything, maybe stress or cancer or certain death or just the dust kicked up from humanity’s death march to a great silent end-times regardless, this, tonight, is not the end-times just a ‘shut the door and bury your life’ kind of night, where the faintest …