Tag: art

reflection upon an ongoing life and death struggle (20170105)

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summer dawn and dusk
comes the coated filthy thief
tip-toed, determined
to steal what he did not tend
and leave rotting evidence
scattered in my field

without fear of my dog’s teeth
mocking my (too-far) raised fist
he leaps from the roof
tossing a bare pit
at me in his spite–but now
the leaves have fallen

winter, no peach, no squirrel

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for
dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Meeting the Bar; the Choka

regrets (20170104)

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when i was walking
i talked to myself
and it was a brilliant
conversation with myself
and really got off on a tangent
that would make
a brilliant piece of writing
once it was tightened up
polished like a rich guy’s
monocle

i had my notebook with me
and a pen
but i told myself
it’s too cold to stop
and write that down
you can remember it ’til
you get back to the office

and that’s why you’re
reading this
capital P capital O capital S
and if i wake up
at two am
remember what all the commotion
was about
i’ll write it down
but keep it to myself
damn it

outside on a workday (20170103)

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today there is no smog
no hazy skies
the air bitter and cold
handfuls of clouds
hold up the sky
themselves tiny
thin-stretched hands

the sidewalk belongs
to me and my feet

alone aside from drivers
in their shipping trucks
old cars with windows that
stopped rolling up and down
smashed taillights
what might be bullet holes
smoothed over with bondo

even the guys at the
aerospace building
won’t come out and smoke
at the curb today

i make myself walk
faster to warm up
and get the hell off the street

our library (20170102)

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like ancient
desert worn parchment
where the text has faded

let me curl against you
let us fold up together

let there be no dry whisper
of fingertips smoothing
our edges
no
flattening us

let us spiral together
our stories winding about
one another

——

for dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Quadrille#23: curl

January 2017 Open Mic

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It’s a new year. We’ve all got these feelings still building up inside us like moisture inside a kernel of popcorn  If we don’t let them out soon, POP! out insides will be outsides and no amount of butter and salt will make it better.

I’m here for you. The January 2017 Open Mic is now open for you to record your poems/songs/rants/diatribes. But please, no money-making schemes.

The Skinny:

  1. Record yourself reading one of your own works.
  2. Post it on your site.
  3. Include a link to this site in your post.
    OR Comment on that month’s call for entries
    OR send me a message using the contact form.
  4. I will post a link with your name and poem title RIGHT HERE.
  5. It’s an open mic invitation. NOT a challenge.

Some tips:

  • Go simple.
    I record using my iPhone, then email/share the file with myself. I very rarely edit it, unless I really waited too long to start talking.
  • Want better quality?
    You can get a relatively inexpensive mic on Amazon that you can hook up to your computer. Some of there come with editing software. If I do edit, I use Audacity on the Mac. It’s free and pretty easy to use. There’s a version for Windows, too.
  • Hosting.
    If you pay WordPress to host your site, you can add your audio by clicking on the Add Media button in the post editor. Have the free WordPress? You have options.All of the sites below will let you upload audio. Some will host for free up to a certain amount of storage. (I think with Youtube, you’ll have to upload a movie, but you use a still image and add your poem.)

  • Questions?
    Ask below or contact me using the contact form (up above). I’ll try to help you out!
  • And if you have any tips, feel free to share them!

January 2017

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Kat Ice Men
https://legerelibris.wordpress.com/2017/01/03/january-open-mic/

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Pleasant Street it is not as if I kept a list

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Poet Rummager Petula, the Duck
https://poetrummager.com/2017/01/16/petula-the-duck/

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crow the escape of air
words: the escape of air (20161121)
audio:

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Robert Okaji How to Write a Poem

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crow the the taste of failure
words: the the taste of failure (20160923)
audio: 

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Stephanie L. Harper Anatomy of a Fustercluck
words: Rattle: Ekphrastic Challenge, January 2016: Editor’s Choice
audio:

light on, light off (20161231)

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in the dream, we drive
the radio buzzes
we must be in europe
because you are at the wheel
and you are on my right

you laugh
your smile burns
blindness inducing white
an atomic bomb going off
each time you open your mouth

like a fridge
the door opens
the light comes on
the door closes
the light goes off
inside, when it works,
when it does its job,
it is dark
it is cold
all movement ceases
everything is preserved
especially the rot