“Into the Abyss”
The sea giants balk at me,
Licking phosphorescent teeth.
My feet locked in and twisting,
Jockeying for positioning, Continue reading “Rock Song – Speeding Towards Nothing – SD”
The sea giants balk at me,
Licking phosphorescent teeth.
My feet locked in and twisting,
Jockeying for positioning, Continue reading “Rock Song – Speeding Towards Nothing – SD”
This month is off to a terrible start already (notice this is a week late, I suck) and I just want it to be over with. If only life had a fast forward button to get through all the bad ish and jump right into the good. Or even just a warning system like Genie above or Spidey senses. Are superpowers and mythological allies really too much to ask for?? Continue reading “May’s Theme – Mayday! Abort! *insert screaming terror here*”
He started off early; nursed at the bottle soon after leaving his mother’s breast. It was his daily routine, his beverage of choice with every meal, (especially when that meal was sorrow), and the significant other in his longest relationship to date. He knew booze better than his own parents – Daddy left for work and never returned, and Mommy burned herself out and away, soul and body, trying to provide for him, her little son. Her shining sun, the only man she’d ever trust again and the only one who counts. She never counted all the glasses, all the cans, all the caps, all the bottles. Continue reading “Prose – Athlete, Temple, Bottle – JG”
Ramps and bridges vault overhead between soaring plate-glass buildings, mirroring the heavens, reflections of our own sense of wonder. Their steel bones and cement feet shield us from the wild night, when the demons come calling; nightmarish designs of flesh or mere shadows. Continue reading “Baltimore Prose – Temple, Bottle, Athlete – SD”
Dear Inspiration,
“Now I know I haven’t really tried to hang out with you lately, but that totally doesn’t mean we can’t still be really close best of bestest friends. On my time table. You know, when it’s convenient and I’m not busy working or running errands. Oh? That doesn’t work for you? You only want to visit when I’m driving with no paper and pen available or meeting with my boss about upcoming events? Well gosh, I guess I should be used to that by now.” Continue reading “April’s Theme: Let there be Goofy!”
Mistakes and Dishonor
I’m only lonely when I notice
Your absence in the wake of communication –
The sniper sharp focus
On our previous consociation. Continue reading “Shakespearean Sonnet – Loneliness – JG”
Chillin’ at the bar and I feel isolated,
Surrounded by eyes who only see the surface.
Diving into my ocean, they’re saturated;
Afraid of the monsters lurking in the abyss. Continue reading “Shakespearean Sonnet – Loneliness – SD”
Let’s be real for a moment. I’m getting kind of bored of coming up with themes every month. It’s not that I’ve run out of ideas; it’s really that I feel like my voice is drowning out any external potential for creativity. Continue reading “March’s Theme – and call for ideas!”
Are we not all of Mother Earth?
For one ‘from’ bears their roots’ worth. Continue reading “Rondeau – Patriot – SD”
January’s theme was decidedly dark. From romantic struggles, to social complacence, to haunting memories, each of the four poems used the theme of blood and wine to clean some skeletons out of our collective closets.
While discussing what the theme could be for this month, Jessie had the bright idea to just use the mascot of the Super Bowl winner as the theme. So congratulations to the New England Patriots; you are the subject (sort of) of a poetry theme. Also, congrats to my friends in Boston. I didn’t really have a horse in the Super Bowl race, but I like that two all-time great coach-player tandems have won championships in the waning years of their runs (Belichik-Brady, and Popovich-Duncan of the Spurs, who won the NBA championship in 2014). We’re on to the poetry! Continue reading “February’s Theme: Mel Gibson in a Kilt”