Monkey Mind Poetry Collection

Return of the Monkey Mind picks up where Living with the Monkey Mind left off – as another collection of random subjects that have narcissistically been deemed interesting: the nature of existence, the capricious nature of love, and the profound presence of poultry.In this second collection, formal constructs such as Haiku and Tanka sit side by side with free verse and experimental forms. Serious subjects abound, but so does the occasional attempt at humor. All in all, Return of the Monkey Mind aspires to be unsystematically systematic and intentionally unintentional. Enjoy the work.Some of the pieces in this series have appeared or are scheduled to appear in The Bitchin' Kitsch, Hiaku Journal, Parody, Penny Ante Feud, and The Syzygy Poetry Journal. The story of Rob Roy O'Keefe's birth goes that he was born in the same Irish cottage as his grandfather and in the same year, which lead to a time paradox so cataclysmic that he would never finish thFortunately, the truth is much different. Turns out he was not born in a cottage or in Ireland, but in a Howard Johnson's in Bayonne, which may explain his lifelong habit of ending each day with 28 flavors of ice cream.In his twenties, he went through a period of crisis and self-doubt upon learning he was not named after a Scottish folk hero, but rather a mixed drink featuring scotch whisky and sweet vermouth. Years of counseling eventually enabled him to resume his place in society. That, and the realization that his siblings, Mojito, Daiquiri, and Gimlet, had it much worse than he did.Rob made his way in the world as the inventor of several nonexistent colors and is living a life of leisure thanks to the royalty checks he receives for creating the descriptive names found on garden hose nozzles. His favorite is "Mist." Three books of occasionally tolerable poetry published over two years.

Last Gasp of the Monkey Mind: Even More Poems and Chance Discoveries, like most collections of poetry, addresses all of the customary topics: psychics and weather, the nature of reality, the value of integers, and metaphorical canines.Mirroring the previous two collections, there are 24 pieces to browse, which makes Last Gasp of the Monkey Mind both accessible and symmetrical. And just like those predecessors, it hurdles from the everyday to the uncommon, the happy to the somber, and the personal to the universal.If you find this to be a worthwhile read, and perhaps even more importantly, if you don't, check out Living with the Monkey Mind, and Return of the Monkey Mind. Enjoy. The story of Rob Roy O'Keefe's birth goes that he was born in the same Irish cottage as his grandfather and in the same year, which lead to a time paradox so cataclysmic that he would never finish thFortunately, the truth is much different. Turns out he was not born in a cottage or in Ireland, but in a Howard Johnson's in Bayonne, which may explain his lifelong habit of ending each day with 28 flavors of ice cream.In his twenties, he went through a period of crisis and self-doubt upon learning he was not named after a Scottish folk hero, but rather a mixed drink featuring scotch whisky and sweet vermouth. Years of counseling eventually enabled him to resume his place in society. That, and the realization that his siblings, Mojito, Daiquiri, and Gimlet, had it much worse than he did.Rob made his way in the world as the inventor of several nonexistent colors and is living a life of leisure thanks to the royalty checks he receives for creating the descriptive names found on garden hose nozzles. His favorite is "Mist." Three books of occasionally tolerable poetry published over two years.

Living with the Monkey Mind is an attempt to craft a concise collection of poems that varies in topic, tone, and construct, creating a free-range landscape that shifts from the everyday to the abstract, the light to the dark, the personal to the universal, drawing on a variety of forms that include sestina and experimental verse. There is a conscious attempt to avoid linear or even logarithmic arrangements and embrace the disruption of the shiny object – all while trying hard not to sound like a pretentious jackass, which, after reviewing this description was not a particularly success effort. Please try to enjoy the work anyway. The story of Rob Roy O'Keefe's birth goes that he was born in the same Irish cottage as his grandfather and in the same year, which lead to a time paradox so cataclysmic that he would never finish thFortunately, the truth is much different. Turns out he was not born in a cottage or in Ireland, but in a Howard Johnson's in Bayonne, which may explain his lifelong habit of ending each day with 28 flavors of ice cream.In his twenties, he went through a period of crisis and self-doubt upon learning he was not named after a Scottish folk hero, but rather a mixed drink featuring scotch whisky and sweet vermouth. Years of counseling eventually enabled him to resume his place in society. That, and the realization that his siblings, Mojito, Daiquiri, and Gimlet, had it much worse than he did.Rob made his way in the world as the inventor of several nonexistent colors and is living a life of leisure thanks to the royalty checks he receives for creating the descriptive names found on garden hose nozzles. His favorite is "Mist." Three books of occasionally tolerable poetry published over two years.