Axe Handle Collective is done. After going on hiatus for awhile we at Axe Handle have realized it is time to move on and focus on new projects. This small experiment has been fun and we will leave the old posts online.
Thanks for reading! Goodbye.
Dear Readers,
Axe Handle will be going into hibernation for the remainder of Winter. We expect to return this Spring along with a few renovations and an improved format. See you then!
- Anthony Alvarado
The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:
The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Fresher than ever.
A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,800 times in 2010. That’s about 4 full 747s.
In 2010, there were 84 new posts, not bad for the first year! There were 50 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 33mb. That’s about 4 pictures per month.
The busiest day of the year was September 1st with 67 views. The most popular post that day was blossom – Christian DeFilippo.
The top referring sites in 2010 were facebook.com, justinmitchellwrites.blogspot.com, thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com, twitter.com, and wordpress.com.
Some visitors came searching, mostly for axe handle collective, axehandlecollective, axehandle collective, www.axehandlecollective.wordpress.com, and jonathan schmalz.
These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.
blossom – Christian DeFilippo September 2010
Submissions July 2010
About July 2010
Summertime October 2010
9 comments and 4 Likes on WordPress.com
FOR ALL INTENSIVE PURPOSES by Stanley Lieber September 2010
It has been great having Robert Basilisk as a regular contributor. His poems presented here are from the forthcoming book The Eternal Jukebox of the heart. We look forward to bringing you a new Axe Handle “poet in residence” next year.
for you were always my favourite beehive
in the end
you become whatever has loved you the most
Where I will find you ?
wherever people are together
being together -
You will find me
in body and in spirit.
I am still waiting for me
or him or
A fierce wind to fill this house
tongues of fire
s e p e r a t e
to change I,
lick me clean.
Why do you pay money
my friend? To live in a box . . .
(( someday you must leave))
surrounded by four
wooden walls ? $200!
when we are holy, we shall
break bread together
when the moon is blood
and the sun darkens
the sky.
Old Self
You might think traveling to
a distant land conducive to
writing poetry; both being drugs.
You find yourself lost
in the same old world
(5 walls, 1 invisible)
always known, yet
different as in a dream
just before you awake
teetering on some brink?
of some thing wholly strange
and new and of course
by the time you find
what you wanted it is only
to return home
to yourself and the way
you were before.
