Published in Scrittura·PinnedMember-onlyPolarityScrittura’s Poetry Prompt for July — And while the free have become wholeheartedly fixated — seeking depth in every surface — there’s been a sort of re-birth — as it were — a kind of judo-inspired renaissance down at the local Pizzeria/“slash” Dinner Theatre — where smelling salts come to cure chronic bouts of insomnia such…Poetry3 min readPoetry3 min read
Published in Scrittura·PinnedMember-onlyPop-Tarts and Orange TangSaturday Poetry Prompt: soothing fires — “but we all retreat to those stories and sacrifices” J.D. Harms, poem Hiding in the Senses: Prose Poem raised on pop-tarts and orange tang, I’ve never fought for anything, Kraft Dinner, fried bologna, Saturday afternoons — Mr. McCullough and Atlantic Grand Prix Wrestling. dad smoked 2 packs a day back…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Scrittura·PinnedMember-onlyMontréalerSaturday Poetry Prompt: let yourself be bad — Man — it was all so calico — those leopard coats — those tall thin millionaires — all of it was just a touch off — wasn’t it? — you know she was there too — that night — least that’s the word on the street, and what I remember…Poetry3 min readPoetry3 min read
Published in Scrittura·PinnedMember-onlyRapacious CawsFor Scrittura’s month of Corvids — Here’s the thing — it’s a mood — sporadic caws and mercenary applause for our youth — the pledged generation — cannot reverse tattoo this residual ink — cannot escape this ever-lusting stink — our corvidae brothers, our corvidae sisters, our sons and daughters on the brink — too blinded…Poetry3 min readPoetry3 min read
Published in Wordsmith Library·PinnedMember-onlyI Hid You in My PoetryTo protect me… — I hid you in my poetry, To protect me, A line, I misunderstood. Brought up, On the wrong-side, Misguided neighborhood. Down at the shoreline, That’s where you will find me, Hanging out there with the driftwood. What did I do? I wrote some words and ran, Did I do all that I…Wordsmith Library2 min readWordsmith Library2 min read
Published in Scuzzbucket·Mar 17Member-onlyAs luck would have itAlternatively, “The State Of Massachusetts” — Trigger warning — this one’s a bit of a moody piece, unfiltered draft beer glass images, muffled screams and ALL CAPS text messages, coming from inside the house, never ending echoes circulate amongst, intestines, fly-worthy organs, blood vessels, bits stacked upon bits of flesh, cartilage and bone. I can’t blame…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Scrittura·Mar 13Member-onlyDeluxeWednesday Prose Poem: speaking of Carter — Media’s failing us, or maybe its dying a slow death, and with it, a place to go, yeah, well — here’s the thing about timing, it’s timing. So if you heard the latest buzz, you’ll know that, Immovable J is cohabitating with Irresistible P, up in unit 7A, of this quirky and phlegmatic, funky-junky apartment…Prose Poem6 min readProse Poem6 min read
Published in Scuzzbucket·Feb 15Member-onlyOff-beatAlternatively, “Somehow Town” — there is often an off-beat antagonistical rhythm to this life our existence 100 miles from nowhere where three rivers bend and catch up before heading out to sea growing up in that Northeastern somehow town every Spring we’d be reminded when the rivers would overrun their banks down by Webb’s Superstore on Main Street and over by Piper’s Glen behind…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Scrittura·Feb 3Member-onlyStacked EmptySaturday Poetry Prompt: borrow from me — Even better than the real thing these endless loops of imagery — of energy but the lion’s counting sheep lazy pride’s creeping in and I’m having a hard time writing so spare me the hickory — spare me the dickory clock’s hanging on the wall the road to nowhere is paved with complaints today this is it, babe and…Poetry3 min readPoetry3 min read
Published in Scrittura·Dec 15, 2022Member-onlyPulpitPrompt response: give a poem a shape — SIDE VIEW: Ye who see the deep — recurring failures to get with the times, and tales of misspent youth — effervescently perverse delusions of truth and troubles had their own kooky ways of subsiding — besides, all has grown murky — — — — — all has grown lost in…Poetry3 min readPoetry3 min read
