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The Politics of — Book Release
“The Politics of” is Kendra Muecke’s first book release. Drawing from ten years of writing material beginning at the age of 14, this 338 page coffee table book combines creativity with metaphysical revelation. Filled with poems focused on rhythm and word play, short stories and essays based on opinion, and scenes from a series… Continue reading The Politics of — Book Release
LIVE @: A Summertime Trip to The Big Apple
[Travel Writing, by Kendra Muecke. Phish Concert Series, The Baker’s Dozen, Summer 2017, Madison Square Garden, NYC]. I woke up quite groggy, confused on transmissions — Where was I headed today? Why had my wakeup call come so early? Was I headed to work? Oh, why on Earth would a being such as me wake… Continue reading LIVE @: A Summertime Trip to The Big Apple
Sleepy as Pancake
Geometric are the angles that coordinate the cheese of said mind. I prance along closer, but have forgotten my next line— It was an uncertainty within the age of reason. It was me against myself, if advancement meant treason. I was then and am now, Picking up the memories by the hour; A transition from… Continue reading Sleepy as Pancake
Moaning for Isolation
Disney is a hoax. Taking replicated redemptions Of magical stories And selling them back to Society as fairytale.
Sundae, Mundane
You make me feel like bread, when you cut me up. You tear me into slices, and feed me to ducks.
Gringo Sauce
And you would write terrible poetry If you were a Barbie; "I've been called a nag more times than I can count And do you listen to me? then All would be perfection."
Where The Buffalo Roam: Night one.
Maybe this would be the perfect time to write a poem if you could remember to do this then you'll be fine. --------------- [Phish @ Dick's Sporting Goods Arena, night one] [Sept. 1, 2017]
About Time
So step, step into the sunshine of my beauty with you, transcendent prizes of hair soaked in golden and blue, Step, step closer, up on to the stands microphone in hand, as I lay and listen to your voice, And wonder at a time like this, How you are able to speak my name?
