And so we begin this affair of the soul-blown heart. Words written long ago, long before the meaning was fully known. Embedded now in flesh that once was stone we rise and seek its very taste. Its gentle ways caressing, lighting the path before us. Illuminating hidden signs like a beautiful star kissing the precious […]
My review of Layne Ambrose’s poetry book “And Other Things From This Time”.
My review of J. Warren Welch’s poetry book “That’s Not Poetry”.
I relate to J Matthew Waters’ poetry more often than not. And here’s a perfect example. you’re a producer an individual & an artist an entrepreneur cut from the same cloth as a perfectionist redoing & undoing & redoing for goodness’ sake you live your own life believing it’s furthest from a lie for no […]
Look me in the eye and say that again… or weren’t you listening? No? Because in all reality, you were speaking without thinking. Again. Without all the facts. With all your presuppositions and a tainted mind. You assume you know and so you speak. Here’s a piece of advice: shut the fuck up for once […]
Another gorgeous piece by Mark Ryan, one of my absolute favorite writers of all time. Underneath. Down here where it’s calm. Where the black beauty of the abyss touches my feet. All is quiet. All is still. I’m entombed as if in a coffin. Locked forever in my own space Controlling the promise of my […]
Talk about summing up humanity in one poem. Make sure you click through and read the whole piece! There’s something about everyone. That’s the way the addiction grumbles That’s the way the drunk stumbles That’s the way the moon serenades That’s the way the elephants walk in the … In Slow Motion on Universe Road […]
This really met me right where I’m at. I hope you’ll go to her blog and read the full piece. Now my mouth doesn’t know what my shadow is saying. Motor Motor nerve. Damage. (How?) Peripheral. (Vision?) Damaged. These are the bumps in my road map. These are criss crosses. (I carry…) Lacerations lace my […]
Today is the release day for Brandon White’s debut poetry collection, The Year That Stole the Light Away. Here’s one of the poems you’ll find inside: DIG Every day I return, shovel in hand, and I dig. I dig to keep my sanity. I dig to find the sacred words. The words we etch into […]
I hope you’ll visit Chris’s site and read the entire piece. Such vivid and interesting (and inspiring!) lines… And the octopus-arm streets Lead me here And lead me there But never take me far From this town Whose sea-serpent limbs wrap Themselves about ankles … Lead You Home ©Chris Nelson 2020