Your veins
are
a road map.
Your veins
are
a road map.
SIX WORD POEM (5/15/13)
Not every
murder
involves
a corpse.
transiencyofspace asked:
I have no clue how you found my meager blog and why you found it worthy for a follow. Your poetry and words really do touch a person’s soul. Thanks once again.
I have no clue how you found my meager blog and why you found it worthy for a follow. Your poetry and words really do touch a person’s soul. Thanks once again.
Ya know what, I kinda been getting this a lot—people messaging me in such unheardof gratitude just for following them, as if I’m some superstar. I’ll just explain why I’ve been following so many folks: Now that the prose tag has been unfucked and some people with actual human brains are helping the show along, I’ve been happy to find many new writers who I’d never seen on here before.
SO, I’ll say it again, you don’t need to thank me for following. I’m happy to! Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to watch Andrew McCutchen’s walk-off home-run from tonight’s game for the nineteenth time.
deaditez asked:
Surprised a well established writer was the first to find my works. Although I have posted only a few of my stories I appreciate the interest. One day I hope to aspire to the top. Might take me a while, but eventually. Any pointers you can lend a novice?
Surprised a well established writer was the first to find my works. Although I have posted only a few of my stories I appreciate the interest. One day I hope to aspire to the top. Might take me a while, but eventually. Any pointers you can lend a novice?
We’re all novices until we’re in the grave, y’know? Even the Bible’s had revisions. Nobody’s a master at this craft. I’m not well-established by any means, trust me. Tumblr is a bubble-world where you can do very well and be a nobody anywhere else. I have just as many rejection slips as anyone else. Maybe more.
At any rate, don’t mention it! I always try to follow people I see writing prose, especially if they seem sincere about it.
Pointers? Keep at it. I know that’s dull, but it’s true. The things you wrote a year ago probably won’t be as good as the things you wrote today. That’s normal. Go back and revise. Even if you’re just fiddling with a one-off story, you’re always trying to say something— find out what that is in every single piece of yours. It’s easier to defend yourself if you know that your work has a point; flip side, it’s easier to take criticism if it’s obvious nobody is understanding your point. It makes it simpler for you to see what you did wrong because, if people aren’t getting it, that is definitely your fault. Anyway, that’s my two cents. Just keep going and find out what you like and what works for ya. Hopefully my rambling helps.
SIX WORD POEM (5/14/13)
Men
of principal
are often
penniless.
Anonymous asked:
Where can I purchase one of your books? (If you have any) I remember you said something about a six word poetry book being published!
Where can I purchase one of your books? (If you have any) I remember you said something about a six word poetry book being published!
A book of six word poetry, entitled Q&A, is forthcoming from PoetryPulse. I have to finish up a few things for the publisher, then they’ll lay it out, format it, whatever else. It will have an ISBN, it should be available throughout the UK, and hopefully I can smuggle a few copies to the US.
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SIX WORD POEM (5/13/13)
Suppertime:
“Whiskey isn’t food!”
“It’s better.”
TOUGH WORLD
The phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hi…” they paused. It sounded like a woman. “Kim.”
“My name’s not Kim, friend; I think you’ve got the wrong number.”
“No, my name is Kim.”
“I don’t know a Kim.”
“I don’t know you either,” Kim said.
“Okay, who are you trying to contact?” I asked slowly, each word longer than the last.
“I am just so lonesome. I need someone to talk to. I don’t know what to do and I just try to be a nice girl.”
I tried to think. Like this: ummmm. I couldn’t think of much. Who in the hell was Kim and who did she think I was? Maybe this was a crank; this bitch was probably recording everything I was saying, going to post it on the internet somewhere. Big laughs from all of her empty-headed friends.
“Well,” I finally said, “I’m sorry for…whatever it is that’s wrong, but I got my own problems, Kim. It’s a tough world. Be tough. Good luck.”
I began to hang up the phone when I heard, “NO!”
“Jesus, what?” I said.
“Are you hanging up? I bet you are, you bastard! DO NOT HANG UP. I NEED YOU!”
“‘The fuck’s wrong with you?!” I blurted. “I barely need me.”
“I can’t just be tough, I can’t! That’s just how I am. I’m scared of what I’m going to do tonight.”
There comes a point where nothing more can be said. About anything, to anyone, especially a crazy person who probably dialed numbers until they found one that rang. I hung up the phone. She called back. A few times. Then nothing. I tried not to think about what she might do, but I did feel sorry for her.
It is a terrible world out there, and Kim sounded young. She’d probably gotten a slap from one of the football boys. Maybe she failed a science test. She hadn’t even begun to hurt yet. She didn’t know about rent or electric bills or bus passes or groceries. She was scared of what she’d do tonight? Try the next five years.
Poor girl. Of all of the people in the world for her to call for help, she got me. Nothing’s ever fair.
After a moment of thinking, I opened my phone, curious who I could get to pick up.
(Source: ericboydblog, via literaryfuck-you)
My credentials as a hip white man just shot up exponentially…
then plummeted straight down.
you-might-just-smile asked:
Will you please write me a six word poem about loving but not feeling loved? I think what you do is amazing and I really enjoy reading your poetry
Will you please write me a six word poem about loving but not feeling loved? I think what you do is amazing and I really enjoy reading your poetry
My heart
broadcasts
to
jumbled
airwaves.
lolawantssomemore asked:
Would you please write a 6 word poem for my best friend, whom I love very much, but have never met face-to-face?
Would you please write a 6 word poem for my best friend, whom I love very much, but have never met face-to-face?
Glue
connects
things
which
never touch.
