The idea here is that I will post bits of personal literature and subject them to the harsh criticisms of the online community. That being said, I welcome any, preferably constructive, criticisms. After all, the finest wines are all made from stepped on grapes. So be cruel if need be; these are all living documents which I hope to make better with age.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

The Sky is Blue, Unless It's Azure.

Legs rasping in time,
Cricket plays beautifully.
Dance tiny Cricket!

“I wrote it for you.”

“I get that. Who else do you call Cricket?”

“No one.”

“That was a rhetorical question - and for the record, female crickets don't chirp.”

“Oh.”

“It's essentially the orthopteran equivalent of gorillas pounding their chests, there's nothing beautiful about it.”

“It never hurts to portray things in a positive light.”

“So if I write a gentle, metaphor cloaked haiku on orchiectomies, would it make the subject matter any less grotesque?”

“I suppose not.”

“A stunning metaphor for our relationship! An attractive, ill-conceived mess wrapped in your optimism and nailed to the floor by my immovable realism.”

“I love you.”

“I know. Is that all you wrote to say?”

“Mostly.”

“I love you too... don't ask for me back.”

“Why?”

“Because female crickets don't chirp.”

Friday, April 22, 2011

Amndestyll

I saw this and thought, ''NEAT!" So, I played around with the idea longer than I care to admit, and this is the most compelling thing I could come up with...


amndestyll

Any thoughts? It seems a shame to not explain it at all... I'll tell if asked, but it's really more fun to decipher the/ascribe your own meaning.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

An Ode to Something Less Mainstream

Appearently, it's National Poetry Month -- as good an excuse as any to usher myself back into the writing habit. So, without any excuses or further adieu..... 

Amidst the slurs and dribble, 
mentholated smoke, 
scribbles, 
songs, and sour mashes,
survived by our whimsy, 
we, 
the reckless, 
disconcerted, 
connoisseurs of the cool and contemptible, 
claim our birth right – to live and die blue ribbon lives.

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Now it's your turn! As a prompt, here are five items one might find at an auction -- include them in a poem: Flintlock Pistol, Houdini's teeth, pinball machine, (deed to) an industrial complex, silver rings.

Meh. That's all I've got for today. Even if you opt not to use this prompt I could use a five item suggestion in turn (it's not as interesting picking the items myself.)

For other submissions and suggestions please visit The Germ of the Idea. Happy April, Poets!