The popular photographer and poet Cindy Knoke wrote us a poem in response to our ongoing flash fiction contest (which ends at midnight tonight so go vote for your favorite story!). Unfortunately, per the fine print of the contest rules, only flash fiction responses meeting the stated criteria will be accepted. All other responses are to be deleted. Yeah, I get down like that. However, reading Cindy’s poem felt to me like listening to a Tom Waits song and if anyone knows me they know I have a huge man crush on Tom. No way I could abandon her poem to a trash can death. So instead I share it here with you where it can shimmy and shake for all eternity as a special supplement to our weekly Sunday Song to Spark the Spirit and Summon the Moves of the Dance…Continue reading “A Poem Illicit by Cindy Knoke”
when winds turn afoul
when clouds amass in anger
when gloom turns the day
veer not from thy righteous path
lift thy chin and stay the way
Image courtesy of JOSHUA RYAN OF UNSPLASH.COM
Seize hard the moment
Right now before it passes by
Seize it with all your might
With all your purpose
And don’t question why
Or wonder where it’s been
Or wonder where it’s going
Or wonder anything at all
Just hold on to it
And don’t let go
As it forever evolves
And leads you astray
To the exact where you need to be
To the exact why you need to be
FEATURED IMAGE COURTESY JAVIER ALLEGUE ON UNSPLASH
Dang. Have you checked out any of River Dixon’s writing yet?
Dude’s got serious game.
As is evidenced by the reblogged poem below.
Just put his latest release on my Want to Read list.
Can’t wait to read it.
Chances are, by the look of things, it’s gonna get bumped up in the queue…
It’s different these days
I find it hard to remember
The person I was, back then
Or why I would do the things I did
Taken to the brink, time and again
But always pulling back at the last second
Was there a part of me that knew
Someday I would have a reason to change
Something worth being a better person for
Maybe hope lived within, waited
Behind all the nonsense I believed true
So close, so many times, but never quite there
It’s strange though
There are parts of me that I miss
The reckless abandon, living like there’s no tomorrow
The romantic notion to live fast and die young
But now content in the slow lane
Hoping that death has a long way to go
To get to where I am today
BOOK | FICTION | LITERARY
BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI
RATING: ★ ★ ★ ★
I’ve never been much of a Charles Bukowski fan…
Not because I don’t like him…
But just because I never got around to reading that much of his work.
However, I’ve always liked the idea of Charles Bukowski…
The legend of Charles Bukowski.
Of him being someone who just did not give one single
fuck care about society and its oppressive norms.
Bukowski, or the idea I have of him, appeals to me because he is so opposite of who I am…Continue reading “FACTOTUM — The Worst of America At Its Best”
waves lap unrestrained
the haughty sol mounts the sea
only I assent