The Gray Days

I woke to Procol Harum, not A Whiter Shade of Pale, something instrumental on the radio. The sky is gray and the grass is brown it’s a day by Rothko without the detail. Today is a heroine day, or at least how I imagine that would be. Not the high not the withdrawal, but the [...]

What is Slam

What is Slam? Not the regular wham bam thank you ma’am Of cutesy rhyme, diminutive Haiku, or Senryu Slam doesn’t gently tease your head, foundling your words, lightly kissing your metaphors, caressing ever so slightly your images, your beliefs. Slam grabs your poetic cock greedily, And shoves it in its mouth And swallows. Swallows your [...]

The Cure for the One Night Stands

You need to read this one at your own risk. I decided to run a sexual metaphor, in a Slam style poem about Slam poetry. If you don’t like blunt sexual metaphors, or are easily offended don’t read it. What is Slam? Not the regular wham bam thank you ma’am Of cutesy rhyme, diminutive Haiku, [...]