Stabbing #yolo with the reincarnation cycle. #moon #poem #poetry #poet #poetsofinstagram #art #writing
Reading poetry to lions
We need to read poetry to lions. We need to convince ourselves our creativity can change the world. Everyone does at least a little bit of that.
Anarchism is taking responsibility for who you are and what you believe in.
Your actions and memories are the composition of who you are.
Who you are is the constant aspects of you no matter the environment.
Spirituality is composed of your memories.
Shooting the cats on your tablet
I Can’t Smash My Computer
don’t go train hopping with a tablet. you’ll get shanked
Spent years of work humping Google
Years writing shit and okay shit
Compiling manuscripts, sending submissions
Optimizing my blog
Publishing zines and anthologies
Promoting submission calls
Responding to tweets
Coordinating cross promotions
Hunting designers who’d work for free because I’m horrible at making your…
These are my personal voices
any may use them.
These are my personal songs
any may sing them.
Let’s get lost in the 100 acre wood
Make love without touching each other
touching ourselves in front of each other
feeling like pre-mature ejaculation
then shoving your tongue inside her because you don’t want to leave her unsatisfied.
We drive sun strained roads
watching Colorado rain wet open fields.
A beaten conversion van waiting to die
collaborates with Time for poems I’ll never write.
#lorax #drsuess #dreamer #sticker #streetart #graf #graffiti
Food For The Road
FOOD FOR THE ROAD
- Crackers (Triscuits, Wheat Thins)
- Cereal (granola based)
- EmercenC packets (helps fight colds)
- Doritos / Fritos (good for starting fires)
- Peanut butter (protein)
- Dried Cranberries / raisens
- Dry-powder Miso soup packets
- Instant oatmeal (dry or prepared)
- Popcorn (micro-wave at gas stations)
- Soy Milk (lasts a long time)
- 1/2 cooked rice (cook a bag of rice 1/2 way, and it’ll…
"My God could kill yours."
by Katie Hogan a priest with greasy fingers
shoving french fries
through his chapped lips,
smiling through his rotting teeth.
this is the body of christ.
and he laughs with his mouth
full, remnants of swept up
potatoes glued to his cheeks,
as his white collar grows tighter.
let us rejoice and give thanks.
he grabs his soda, lips eagerly
kissing the rim, chugging down
the ounces of…
Smash em all. #television #advertising #consumption #massmedia
Busted up ears
Punching my skull because I couldn’t draw blood with a knife
The woman sleeping next to me wakes up
She falls back a sleep
I aim for teeth
loosen the metaphor with something tangible
grab the horny by the dick
stab a needle in each goose bump
blood laden pimples
leak along arms
I can’t fucking write anymore I can’t fucking write anymore I’m whipping out my skeleton so I can…
The #sunrise wasn’t guaranteed. #moon #erie #pa #sky #6am
#nh #bluesky #sky #forest #lake #poetry #nature #adventure #amwriting
#rat #ratty #mononoke #companionship
A certifiable witch-hunt of #poetry. From Witch-hunting Gatsby’s Children. Passionate Living > Making A Living. #poetry #book #undergroundbooks #ub
Emails from the Stream
essay & poem by Bradley Coy
“Hey man! Thanks a lot for your help. Here’s a little essay type thing I wrote about the millennials and our context in the current world.
We are a little whimper.
Irrelevant in a haze of mediocrity. There is no more cultural or generational cohesion. We have been splintered and splintered and splintered into tinier bits and pieces and niches and obscure subcultures to…