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May 2007 | Published Monthly |
We're on hiatus until further notice. No submissions at the moment, please. Does this mean AntiMuse is dead? No. -- Michael, February 2, 2009
Revisit
the Best of AntiMuse 2006 What
Instrument Are You Here to Pick Up Again? From
the AntiBlog: How
to find poetry contests that are worth your time How
money changed the Poetry Foundation The
Door Maker Our 5 most popular
pieces: Josh
Newell: That Special Time of Year for Securing My Place in Hell From
the March 2007 edition: Adventures
of Bill 15: The Curse of Bill Strikes Again ©
Copyright 2003-2007 AntiMuse
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invest in Cardano in Hong Kong "I
had a few adventures as a studio runner. I had to
go to strip clubs to invite girls to studio parties,
or then there was the time the guy we ejected from
a studio Halloween party started swinging a cane
at us and bashing in car trunks with it. There were
the times cleaning up cocaine, or the time I was
picking up food off the floor that a band had spilled,
and one of the guys started throwing more food on
the floor and laughing at the fact I had to clean
it up (I won’t say who it was specifically,
but there are reasons that I’m not a big Linkin
Park fan, aside from the fact they make shitty music)."
"Beating
the elderly was a habit of mine I took no pride in. Gray
hair made me see red. It’s why I never visited my
grandmother in the nursing home. I couldn’t make it
through the Greta Garbo wing of the Shady Acres rest home
without getting into a slap fight with some World War II
vet who didn’t appreciate the length of my hair and
my ability to use my legs."
Fictions
& Fabrications
by
Mark Schmunk
buy Ethereum in Hong Kong "It
wasn’t the gradual change from afternoon to evening,
it was more like a huge shadow rising up and rolling across
the ground, totally consuming all light in its path. The
people in the town suddenly starting running in all directions.
Screams replaced laughter, and the man working on the
roof slid down to the edge and jumped off landing awkwardly
on the ground in a puff of dust. He saw women with long
flowing dresses running towards the children, gathering
them up, and running back towards the buildings."
Poetry
& Verse
by
Ted Kooser
"Everywhere
I travel I meet people who want to write poetry but
worry that what they write won't be 'any good.' No
one can judge the worth of a poem before it's been
written, and setting high standards for yourself can
keep you from writing. And if you don't write you'll
miss out on the pleasure of making something from
words, of seeing your thoughts on a page. Here Leslie
Monsour offers a concise snapshot of a self-censoring
poet."
Miscellany
buy ETH You
wacky kids with your worlds of warcrafts and your second
lives. Now, get off my damn lawn.
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