Y’all should hop on over to the November Open Mic page and check out the latest offering by Poet Rummager, our very own Rose. It’s so fun, you’ll croak.
You should also make the leap and follow her blog. I’d say more, but I have a frog in my throat.
some kind of heat (20161111)
a brief moment
the child waving at the dog
even in the dark
seed/fruit (20161110)
i hold a seed
the size of an almond
in my fist
a dried out husk
covered in thorns
when i squeeze
it pierces my flesh
the soft spot
below my thumb
i bleed
i squeeze harder
feeling the bite
the seed is thirsty
but i won’t be
enough
to satisfy it
though it would
certainly blossom
and bear terrible fruit
crimson drops decorate
the floor
the sizes and shapes
of cherry blossoms
i contemplate
tossing it into the fire
–being done with it
–being free of it
but i worry
i will miss
having something to feed
i will miss
the feedback of that sting
the taste of time (20161109)
cutting into a steak
overwhelms me
we are all
sacks of shambling meat
delicious char blackened umami
a result of rapid oxidation
it happens to us at a snail’s pace
every day
as the clock ticks down
so slow you can’t smell
the melting fat
or hear the sizzle
all of nature waits to sink its
teeth into us
and have that taste of time
running down its throat
——
for
as everything turns grey
writing prompts by J.R.Rogue and Kat Savage
7. The Taste of Time
Open Mic Alert!
Yes, we have a new reading.
Pleasant Street has graciously submitted a reading of one of her poems. It’s quite good and you can check it the link on the Open Mic Page for November.
You should visit her site as well.
Also, if you had trouble finding Voeko’s story, This is Ground Control, I’ve fixed that link at well.
Don’t forget! You’re invited to participate. Check out the how to on the page.
purple is the sky (20161108)
wine-colored sky
[or maybe eggplant]
hard to to pin down
as it wheels about
cut to ribbons by old stars
by new moons
smeared with clouds
like a car window
fogged with a child’s breath
amazed at the power
of her own lungs
in the new cold
we strain to hear
crickets of the fall
as we stare into
a darkened eye
that covers us, a dome
like a bruise turned
inside out
——
for
as everything turns grey
writing prompts by J.R.Rogue and Kat Savage
6. Purple is the Sky
late night vices (20161107)
if i had any vices left
i’d give them up for you
except for the ones
that creep into my dreams
after all i don’t invite them
but sleeping next to you
has an effect
on my brainwaves
i’ll be all innocent
in the dawn
if that’s what you want
——
for
as everything turns grey
writing prompts by J.R.Rogue and Kat Savage
5. Late Night Vices
New Reading on Open Mic
That’s right. Voeko has linked a great little short story all about taking that big step into the dark. Well, I’ll let you listen (and watch).
Here’s her site (which you should visit).
Here’s the November Open Mic page (which you should visit and participate in).
what we reap (20161106)
it all has to be cut down
the waist-high grasses we
thought were wheat
but turned out to be inedible
there was no chaff to separate
no flour to be ground
no bread to be baked
but the unleavened
hardtack of regret
and false hope
——
for
as everything turns grey
writing prompts by J.R.Rogue and Kat Savage
4. What We Reap
a charmed moment (20161105)
touch us gently, please
i wish for bread to fill an angel’s evening
this moment feels charmed
you shared your need like a quiet dance
devote a thousand words to
ask a promise I can never keep
——
for
Specks and Fragments/The Elusive Trope
Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge
Words and Feathers 