Monthly Archives: June 2013

365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Eighty-One

Something new, in picture form, and a poem from the first issue of Way too Fantasy. New issue coming July 1st, and, please like our Facebook Page if you be so inclined. Hope you enjoy the two for one.

picture of handwritten poem, like how this works

picture of handwritten poem, like how this works

The Way is Shut

two towers.
connected.
not by a bridge.
or a palantiri.
there is a coast.
embracing the bay-
of Denial, and
Costral still sits.
two Hands.
one of Sand.
and one
moist and crumbling.
Va awaits.
still shut out of home.
by two towers.
Of sand and bone.

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365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Eighty

a short swing and
a long dress.
feeling wanted
and needed
is good.
the river flows.
slow and long as
the community alongside.
praying for rain.
after days of sun.
brighter than.
the thousand smogs.
of Baltimore.

the air is clean, here.


365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Seventy-Nine

More #wardswords. Today’s was photograph. Tired from work and really digging using these in #haiku.

a photograph, your
lap covered with book and yarn
could be home to me.


365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Seventy-Eight

#standwithwendy

they want to take it all away.
make the people have no say.
spy on us like pervert jerks.
hoping we won’t see their work.

pass the agenda, make the grade.
when will this country be saved?
how is a woman’s body your business,
when you can’t even balance your own existence?

get the fuck out of my twat.
I don’t feel it’s asking much.
to want to make up my own mind.
about a tie that permabinds.


365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Seventy-Seven

#wardswords was ‘work.’

work, it’s what’s for lunch.
solitude not worth so much.
around the cooler.


365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Seventy-Six

swallow.
this is the last.
stuttering dregs.
in the bottom.
of a cracked cup.

follow.
making up.
your own mind.
is hard to do–
the shock of culture.

tomorrow.
a first step.
to future unknown.
the trying.
is the hardest part.

swallow.
the end is.
the beginning is.
the end–
and I am healed.


365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Seventy-Five

“Grab your gun, and stand alongside of your brother.”

independence rings true.
preperations are made.
the march is set.
the game will be played.

advancing on justice.
the calvary song.
a small bit of the fallen.
will stick, carry on.

remember the freedom.
and still let it ring.
in a war of attrition.
a spy becomes king.


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