a poem is a sermon
NEIGHBORHOOD: Lissen up, lissen up, I got a story to tell It might sell, it might not; if it don’t, then oh well but I’ll get right to it, make it understood: I’m your low-down, funky home neighborhood. Think somethin’s goin’ on? Hell, I’ve been thinkin’ for years, and I’ll be sittin’ right here when […]
The sky was Maxfield Parrish blue with some clouds daubed in for show, a mix of mauve and lavender, light gray and dirty yellow. One could imagine, at the lake, slyphs slipping from their homes to sport with shy and tender mermaids in the shorefront foam. The problem, though, with Parrish, is that the world […]
One of the greatest drives for me, as a writer, is producing for readers. That’s the one thing that keeps me writing in a journal, as opposed to channeling my energies into more traditional writing forms (i.e., novels, plays, short stories, chapbooks of poetry, etc.). It’s knowing that there are people out there who are […]
I was raised on tales of princes, kings and dragon’s hordes; the books they filled engulfed my world with sights that to this day affect me deeply. I can hear the swords (both those of plastic from my youth, and others forged of steel) that came to clash against their foes each night, caring more […]
Truth be told, my high school years were difficult ones. Having been transplanted from a remote rural environment in northwestern Ohio to the sunny clime of southern California just in time to start high school, I found it difficult to adapt, in many ways, to the Members Only jacket, Izod shirt, Sperry Top-sider wearing preppy […]
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This is the way the world is: Drunk, strung out on the euphoric smack Of its own illusions of history Sucking down the bitter pills Like tapioca pearls stuck in the bottom of bubble tea Strained through flavored watered-down sugar Dressed in an exquisite facade Crumbling at the edges like an old whore at the […]
So much pain and sorrow, so little joy! It seems to me the world is full enough with ugliness and the things that annoy and irritate – why carry all that stuff with you in a place where you can let go, where appearance and local convention don’t apply, where you can speak what you […]