Is there a struggling poet in Eastport, ME right now reaching for truth? What about in Henderson, NV? Pensacola, FL perhaps? Some crafty soul is desperate to find meaning through words in Eureka, CA; this I believe. Is a twentysomething wordsman walking through Leavenworth, KS in this moment, at this present time, just to seek inspiration? […]
I don’t usually repost from other blogs. However, the writing of Brice Maiurro is just too amazing not to repost. WONDERFUL.
On a Monday, I am slothful… laziness be thy name. On a Tuesday, hear my wrath call – no time to play nice. On a Wednesday, yes, I speak greed – playing the payday game, and on a Thursday, envy has peaked… doubt makes me think twice. Oh Lord, the Friday stench turns my […]
Yard work and house work… aiding my Uncle Clifton ’til my lungs collapse. D.J. Whisenant Advertisements
Where the lips of August and September meet, I should take my leave. This trip to wherever should clear my mind, like the proper amount of wine through the system. New sights and sounds and souls… will you join in my getaway? D.J. Whisenant Advertisements
The following poem was found in another book my friend Vickey gave me. I’m having a hard time interpreting the meaning of this piece, but I still like it. Enjoy! I was surrounded by a mob of people. I showed my teeth. I kicked many of them in the ribs. Many of them kicked […]
With fierce momentum… with fervent faith and know-how… with fine discipline. D.J. Whisenant Advertisements