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 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 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? …Poetry3 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 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 read
Published in Scuzzbucket·2 days agoMember-onlyOf Denim and Corduroythe midnight crow returns, speaking in a forked tongue, forever linked, you understand, tales of deafening stares, tasteless words, blinding moves, and bodies — so many bodies, all bitter to the touch a hacksaw drawn to bone, such is consent and cures for gangrene, compartmentalized insecurities, hang like icicles, off the frozen metal rooftops, of…Poetry1 min read
Published in Scrittura·5 days agoMember-onlyA Note to My Present SelfInto the image: August Poetry Prompt — there is something special about the forest walking lush trails contemplating life and destiny how we arrive at certain places fated markers in our lives regrets — to be honest they kind of like it here too in the forest the could have been’s the would have been’s the should never have been’s it’s just…Poetry2 min read
Published in Scuzzbucket·Aug 6Member-onlyFlies in the Mescalineethereal lab coat elixirs — feel it in your veins, a kingdom coming come-down — nobody’s naming names, counter top reciprocation — as incidental somersaults, window panes of opportunities — mushrooming risks of default, placed all their eggs on high mobility — high mobility gave zero shits, well, they sure loved the dancing — couldn’t…Poetry2 min read
Aug 5Member-onlyWrangleAlternatively, “the politics of the same old liars” — and the historical significance was lost on them, as was the politics of the same old liars — to walk the talk and teach the values of our culture — to be humble, wise, caring and act with integrity and compassion and as the sun was setting, west of the…Poetry2 min read
Published in Scrittura·Jul 21Member-onlyBe-Bop City Blues: A Tribute PieceWho Drives You to the Page Prompt: Beats of the drum — 1st Chorus delicate spin cycles killing machines blowing hot air talk is cheap — — — — — — — — talking heads fornicate — — — — — — — — shag on words dignity is haywire Burroughs may be right news is covered in dried-up mahogany — — — — — — —…Poetry3 min read
