Lost Verses

Three, Two, One… Thoughts run together–hear the roar of a crowd Wake, inhale influences, reach for coffee in that chipped cup Must run when dreams run long 8:29 is here, then gone. Moments jolt like random jets sprinkling the lawn when no one’s home. Stand at the door keep checking a watch How many years […]

Winner–Partially Before We Died (Novel)

I did it! 50596 words in 30 days… Look for a polished up version for your reading pleasure coming very soon! Interesting entries are on the horizon for BLASTEDGOAT! Afterword– (A brief history of the evolution and cultivation of my first novel) Though my novel is in the early stages of editing I want you […]

National Novel Writing Month

So far, so good! I’m about to go out of town for a few but I’ve completed over 7,000 words already! Novel in progress: Flickering Projections @ Commenticius Ungaikyo Author info: see blastedgoat Brief synopsis & excerpt: Flickering Projections (novel info will be expanded) View daily stats from Chapter 2: (Checking the Map) “I never […]

CU? Novel Writing Organization Blog Launched by BG!

I would LOVE it if WORDPRESS would STOP losing my entries right after it gives me confirmation. I always bitch about it so I can count how many times it has happened. So far this is two in a short span. Let’s hope it doesn’t crap out when I start writing my novel… Commenticus means […]

Ghosts on a Clothesline

A new video poem by blastedgoat. Check out some photos I’ve snapped and a short poem I revised in this video. More videos coming soon!   I will also be making a big announcement in the next few days! It has something to do with next month… in a few minutes or so anyhow…

Reenactment [Poem]

I was sipping sweet sorrow right through his broken arrow. Silly thoughts of sometime last January: We proclaimed our willingness to leave our lovers in padded karaoke kissing booths– Then, shared more than a glass or two behind frosted windows. I still see him whenever I please, but his pillow hair is made of dreams. […]

Vicariousness [Poem]

Vicious circles– living for moments between collection calls, envelopes marked: Urgent! Living in attics of ourselves, inhabiting tiny spaces in reality. Domains of potential in projections, plans and dreams are abandoned in the middle of long waits in the wrong lines. Fundamentalism robs old myths of their enduring, universal truth.