I penned this brevity for a contest last year about this same time. It was a great exercise to try and write a 50-word response using one of Rorschach’s Inkblots as inspiration, so I extend this challenge to you. Pick a blot and see what follows. Be sure to link your creations to my post […]
MoreThis poem was written for The Art of Seduction Radio Show based on the artwork of Sekhar Roy. It is an adult poem so please read at your own discretion. “It’s all in the breath,”he teases with his tube,a slight smile and a pinchbrings a higher pitch,but he’s unsure ifshe can handle it. “Move your […]
MoreMr. Bump and I decided to turn an old piece of art that was hanging on his bedroom wall into a new piece of art by creating some writing inspired by the painting (see below). We settled on a “homecoming” theme, and while we originally conceived a word limit, I ended up writing a poem […]
MoreTime is a candlelit at birth,burning through your life.extinguished by strength,a harsh wind of a worryor the slow burn of a lifetime. Time is a nailhammering Christon his crooked cross.Believe he is the sunoffering you one-way eternityunder his glow. Time is illusion,marbled moonlight,creating lunar reflection.Follow her cyclical gameand always returnfrom whence you came. Below the […]
MoreThe city walls are burning.Our enemies tap dancing,thick swords sharpening,but baby blue skiesmake it easy to walk belowthe undying willows,fluffy yellow chicks,waddling in the changing wind,pathways camouflagedby spring’s thickening limbs.
MoreIn moments of anxiety,self-ruination,fear and agitation,it’s easier to allowmy soul to sit up straight,grab the prefrontal oarsof memory,and propel my canoed body,over the raging rapidsof today’s gorge.
MoreYellow sunflowersan offering of friendshipof sunshinewillful andunwilling to wiltdespite the centuriesof suffering and shame. Do we create the artwe want for ourselves?The ideal.Or do we create how we feel?Is it possible to separate the two? Growing yellow willow vinesare enchanting, butthey will eventually branchobscuring our entire view.But for now, Van Gogh’s dreamof a beautiful townhonest […]
MoreThis piece is my response to today’s Flashback Track, A Whiter Shade of Pale. Join me in penning a piece that brings out a new shade. The heaviness of CJ’s outfit matches the darkness of her soul. Jet black bangs hang too far in front of her face. Her rants shine brighter in pitch blackness. […]
MoreMy fingers black and blue,flipping pages, scanning sections,trying to hide these…corrections. Hearting your headlines,rereading a line, chuckling time,is flirting with a person’s print a crime? Your column is bad, bad news,I’m breaking publication rulessearching for a journalistic muse. You’ve captioned my mind.I can be your byline on the side,put me in your classifieds. I’ve got […]
MoreCall me a fool– an insecure idiot, day-dreaming dunce, bold buffoon, walkie-talkie loon, a horny half-wit. Just another needy nincompoop, deluded dullard dancing under moon, irritating imbecile, creative creatine wallpapering my cell, sultry simpleton without a veil. Hey, crazy clod, confounded cretin–rather odd, drifting dope—lucky penny a needy ninny, pig of guinea an infatuated ignoramus. […]
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