What’s all the hoopla?
Appaloosas and strawberry roans
roam in beauty while
water vixens transform
but live only in the Puget Sound. Continue reading
Tea for you and coffee for me
before we slouched up the street and
discovered boots and parasol
by the Greek Orthodox Church
on Sixth Street. Continue reading
For the second group poem, we had the same rules as the first time but we passed the piece of paper around twice instead of just once. At the end, we recorded Nate reading it. I’d recommend listening to it as you read it. 🙂 Continue reading
I had a poetry reading at my house last night and someone suggested that we play a game where we would write a group poem. We folded up some paper and passed it around the circle. Each person was able to see the line that was written before them and then they wrote their own line. Once each person had written a line, I read the result. Check it out: Continue reading
Officers Parker and Bishop shuffled down the steep scree field, sending smaller rocks racing out under their heavy feet to the bottom of the coulee. They had parked behind the ambulance, which itself had been parked behind the fire chief’s rig, which was further parked behind the logging truck that had first stopped and called in the crash. The guardrail was severely mangled, like a great beast had come along and shredded its rusty contours with razor-sharp claws. It was that time of day where the sun had just begun its travels off to other parts of the world, and the mountains and trees were casting jagged shadows that danced as the emergency service lights all spun around at different speeds. The bottom of the ravine was home to numerous small shrubs and a creek that gurgled by gaily with little to no regard to the horrendous addition the mangled truck had made.
Both deputies had heard over the radio who exactly it was that had been ejected from the driver’s seat. Both couldn’t help but think it was related to the Nice case, yet both were determined to not let the paperwork from this incident join that growing pile of shit.
I am a series of circles
concentric and uncertain
that that impending sense of doom
will be the death of me; Continue reading
I love how when
people fall underwater
they resurface at the same time. Continue reading
What am I supposed to do
with your groovy fucking ass?
God, I wanna boof you, girl.
And what about you,
Weeth your perfect fucking face,
It’s unreal how you do.
I’d prolly boof you too. Continue reading
Evan Williams said:
“Start dancing, ho. Continue reading