Category: Entertainment
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Counting Expectations
Her floral hands weptwhile holding the stillborntheir only chanceand the fatherwith his whiskeybreathsitting in the smokehe madewhile staring at the wallpaying no attentionto her wailsto her achesto her painhe just drank Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like this, CLICK HERE.
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Artificial Sonnets
II. “A poet. You’re the first I’ve interviewed,”The woman said behind her shiny desk.“You show a certain zealous attitude,And your approach is novel, I confess.They value that in this place, so maybeYou could outline any experienceYou feel would make the promised differenceYou like to claim.” She gestured to him. “Please.” The poet coughed into his…
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Sounds of Cotton
Mornings are roughwhen throwing up panicand beating myself down with whatever is closest and as alwaysit’s usually me Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like this, CLICK HERE.
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Every House
A plastic box for the local paperIs drilled into some rendition Of a post near every mailbox. There are traits made visibleFrom the underbelly Of each installation.Like a new graphologyTo determine from varying Degrees of crude angles, Stripped screw heads And nails left in that bent. Cultural drift, I suppose. Featured Download: If you would…
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Artificial Sonnets
I. The poet needed badly to make money.It was a common problem, to be sure;His education lacked – to put it bluntly – Any skills that could stop him being poor.He found a list of fastest growing sectors,Summoned his meagre business acumen,He searched addresses for boards of directors.He sat, he wept, he prayed. He grabbed…
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Fudge Bowl
Father Peregrine’s musingsfrom that Martian midlandmoved me. How often I wallowin mindin wordin deed. Helpless in my disgust. Yet, when I call out,He scoops me;my mindmy wordmy deed. Alas! I was not made forthe fudge bowl. Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like this, CLICK HERE.
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Working at the Health Clinic
She told me that missionaries Came in to get testedAfter having doneThe lords workIn Africa Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like this, CLICK HERE.
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The Invaluable Nature of an Arts Education
As children, we draw pictures to tell stories. The scribbles, lines, and outside-the-line coloring seem merely arbitrary; a dog next to a house with a tree, a stick figure creation, or the classic unproportional family portrait. We come home from school covered in marker ink and with heads full of stories. We sing songs to…
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Psychogeography #2
I left to rot for sixty years The 16A goes to KeresleyBut there is some kerfuffleBy the jewellers with a skateboard and a passerby’s headAnd once more there is blood on the BurgesAnd you would need all the pure waterIn the river SherbourneRunning under Kong and the dented cans of alcoholTo clean up after the…
