Tag: poetry

Beagle in the City #257

Simon: Hey mom! Listen, I’ve got a great idea. You should cook your way through Julia Child’s cookbook and let ME be your taste tester! I’m really good!

L: Really?

Simon: I’m not going to lie, I’ve got a full schedule, I already have a job. Being Dads best friend and all. But I think I could make it work.

L: But you don’t really work…

Simon: I do to, it’s real important! And when he’s gone to work, I am the protector!

L: Ooookay. If you say so.

Simon: Daad mom doesn’t believe me. Tell her my job is real important.

Ethan: What’s that? Hey, thanks for being my best friend.

Simon: I told you!

Haunted October (2019)

It stood there

After climbing the broken glass

Clothes torn from the wreckage

Staring into the headlights

Before collapsing to the ground

***

There was no grappling

There was no struggle –

No grasping

No, that came, always, from the living

Those waving their arms into the night- stopping traffic- attempting to stop time

As the blood filled the cracks in the interstate

***

It wasn’t like the movies

Or the songs

It just, was.

You just are. Until you’re not.

Like picking fruit

Someone steals you away…

One moment

The star burning

The next

The space

Empty between them

With no time to prepare

***

Only the living are burdened with it

Only the living cries out into the night

Only living things grow numb from the pain

Only the living

Only the living

Only the loving

I guess I am still living…

News

I’m so excited and honoured to be featured alongside so many great writers in 2019s

Z Publishing Houses

Alabama’s Best Emerging Poets

You can grab a copy at the link

And see my poem Red Hands

https://www.zpublishinghouse.com/

Description:

Once famous for its cotton fields that stretched beyond the horizon, Alabama has since moved into the 21st century. Home to a thriving aerospace industry, Alabama makes it possible to fly above its beautiful landscape. But its friendly and welcoming residents are the reason to keep coming back. This pristine land and kind people are the inspiration for poetry.

And in Alabama’s Best Emerging Poets 2019, 41 up-and-coming poets have the chance to share their own words. Covering a wide array of topics ranging from love and heartbreak, family and friendship, the inherent beauty of nature, and so much more, these young talents will amaze you. Containing one poem per poet, this anthology is a compelling introduction to the great wordsmiths of tomorrow.

Love gone write

Maybe happiness

Is just a moment

Brief

Before the next big thing

The next desire

The next goal

Maybe we are built

To corrupt ourselves

Nature’s folly

But I want to run

I want to stay

This town

Has rust

It’s high in the gut

I’ll show you this place

I don’t want to write a poem

That sounds like a poem

But I can tell you

I’m at peace

I feel safe

When I’m with you

(Written aug 21 2019 at 33)

If I could ever Love you (bleeding ink)

I could never

Let you go

If I could ever love you

I could never

If I could ever…

And

I think we could make the change

And

I think we

Could live forever

And

If I could ever leave you with anything

Make your art

When you’re faced with the news

Keep your grit

When

You’ve got nothing to lose

Leave your mark

Because

This art

Strong enough

To carry the broken

This art

Even the losers are winners

This art

Carries us all

This art

Is your own voice

And the future is yours

As you create it

Make your mark

Make your art

And if I could ever love you

I think that I would love you

And I could never leave you

(Written for spoken word, at vintage 1889 Aug 22,2019)

Seasonal Madness

1

She carries this madness

Everywhere she goes

It’s there in the back drop

The corner of every smile

At the back of the room

Don’t ask her,

You already know,

She’s not been happy

For sometime,

2

And it’s difficult these days

And she wants what she wants,

And you want to get back,

Somehow,

Rearrange the seating

Just to cancel

How this all ends

3

And I’m a shrapnel banner

Nothing left to champion

Hole torn through

What kind of

Us

Is left ,

Don’t ask her

She’s not

You know,

She’s not been

for sometime

And

These days are hard

On a soul

And she cries

Smoking

From the balcony

Of this despair

And maybe

I hid all of my sorrow

All of my tomorrow

In your skin

But it is there

Over there

In the corner

4

Flesh, it’s gone from these bones

what do I know,

Slow it down,

I’m tired of this love,

Slow it down,

All of these streets

Incomplete

The leaves are soon going to fall

And then

We will be swept clean

Here in our winter

It’s not dark yet

But they say it’s getting there.

News

Hey guys!

Here’s the latest!

Come out to 33 in fort Payne for Pasta and Poetry tomorrow night!

Linda Arthur will be playing as well!

Thursday is open mic night at Vintage 1889 in fort Payne

Brant Noojin will be hosting

I will be there and do a short set.

(Come bring your talents!)

Friday

Jeff and Hayden will be at Vintage 1889 as well,

I will do a short set during their break.

Sat

At 33

Brant Noojin will be rocking

I will do a short set to open the night…

Followed by

Jeff and Hayden at Vintage 1889

I will do a short set during their break!

If you want to get out and have a good time, come to Fort Payne!

I also just got the news I will be featured in 2019s emerging poets of America by z publishing !

Come hear this poem!