it is a YES yes to Paris the rippling water and YES in the gullet of silver fishes yes to the thick splash allaying fear and peeling hearts yes to the face that looms above me in it’s zombie mask yes to hot pain that forges space within my gut yes yes yes in BocaccianContinue reading “YES!”

Crackling Leaves and Soup

  My father is here to entice art from the sky, his instrument of choice, a sort of…. musical obscurity, an ancient  silver rising of voices and tide. He swings a racket to capture dreams, and earths them ….. like lightening, crackling leaves and soup. He is a lover of marmalade bitter and orange and his smile you askContinue reading “Crackling Leaves and Soup”

I Release Myself To Heat

so cccccold but seeking f or warmth feeling for flames orange purple fat red hot fury Oh Agnayi,  my love Chantico, my heart Freya, my flickering, my breath Ida, my belly Sekhmet, my life OH Vesta! to baste in to glory with in dancing fever Oh Fuchi, your torrid fingers arouse in me desire butContinue reading “I Release Myself To Heat”

NO Archetype

  Examine evaluate analyze diagnose hard arsed soul imposed assumption medicated string by string frightening conditioning ! who are YOU? to be or not to be is not the question yet question it all I am an angel devil child murderer mother malignant benign fearful gastronomical lovepoison sex kitten crocodog nothing here is real no archetypeContinue reading “NO Archetype”

Silver Poetry

All That Glitters Is Not Gold

Unfettered BS

it is all just bullshit anyway.....


Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told

Post Scriptum Poets

Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything

InkBlots and IceBergs

musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry

This and That

In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.


Scripting the desires that are soul deep

Cosmos Reflection

poetry that speaks to you

Africa Zwelibanzi

The Poetry Monarch.

Jeffrey Pillow

Life, death, and everything in between

Purple Haze

Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!

The Lonely Author

Pain goes in, love comes out.

The Realm

well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.

SouL SpeakS

He started Writing, The paper started speaking...