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Daniel B. Silver's Blog
September 20, 2009
- My first book, Cop: A Novel, is going to be published by Oak Tree Press via Amazon.com's Kindle service. It should be available within a month, so those of you with at least seven dollars on your credit cards and either an iPhone or Kindle reader will be able to bask in the glory of my prose.I'm pleased with this. God knows the manuscript has been laying around for far too long. I'll keep ya'll ...
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August 2, 2009
- Independence Day in San FranciscoIndependence Day in San FranciscoLit by melancholy moonlightBrilliant explosions in the fogOf red, blue and white Thousands of spectatorsLine the chilly baysideBundled up in warm clothingLooking up towards the night In the center of the crowdThere's a young boy asleepDespite the thunderous roarsOf the repeated rocket flights His parents brought him downTo ...
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August 2, 2009
- My baby got doll’s eyes And it’s easy to see That even though they’re wide open They don’t see me My baby got doll’s eyes And she can’t barely breathe She’s been coughing up blood All over my sleeve My baby got doll’s eyes And there’s glass in her hair The night smells of airbag Noxious gas fumes in the air My baby got doll’s eyes And pale, cold, white feet Ejected from ...
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May 14, 2009
- http://www.danielbsilver.com/Poetry/ I’m neck deep in pristine, aquamarine, tropical ocean waterLooking out towards the setting sunSquinting as a resultA few moments ago a turtle swam byHis giant flippers keeping his gnarled girth afloat Below me, my toes dig into cool, inviting sandAs my body rocks softlyLulled by the swellMy turtle friend vanishes in and out of my sightDisappearing into ...
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December 4, 2008
- New content on the Art of Dan Silver dot com: (Content warning!)Happy holidays from the International Space Station TIANNIT #70 (Things I AM/AM NOT Into Today.)
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September 26, 2008
- At Fort Funston, south of Ocean Beach, the ravens are playingHovering far overheadSurfing on the windBelow owners walk and jubilant dogs frolicChasing one another and tennis balls alikeEcstatic to be among their kin A bird of prey takes notice of a small, furry fellowPoking his head out of sandy soilHe chances a look aroundBut he's back in his hole before any calamity can take placeMoving ...
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August 1, 2008
- The Northern Pacific coastal air has to be sampled to comprehend
What serenity smells like: sea salt, tide pool and pine
Sit down where fertile soil meets cool, damp sand
Whisper secrets to the wind; let it carry the burden of what you said
The sky east of the Rockies has to be seen to be understood
What the so called “Big Sky” really, truly is
It stretches on, wide open, like a ...
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June 12, 2008
- Not to put too fine a point on it: I love youAnd think about you constantly when you aren’t aroundI reflect upon your beautyAnd perseverate on your graceWhen my mind starts to wanderI can’t help but see your faceNot to belabor the fact, but I love youAnd dream of you when I close my eyes at nightI search my clothes for traces of your scentAnd fantasize about the feel of your skinI can’t ...
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June 12, 2008
- Courtyards and stairwells full of blood and urineAnd the aftermath of a moment’s impulsive rageThe status-post of Night Train, and misgivingsEtches permanent specters of broken spectacles in places not often visited Framed by a steady-scarlet burnAnd backlit by grill strobesLike a demon’s slide show or a harshly lit film noirFloating above the mean concrete streetsThe higher we go the less ...
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