Showing posts with label Smokey Road Publishing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Smokey Road Publishing. Show all posts
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Water Mountain
Aloha Poets,
Mountain across the water inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
Ice Volcano
Misplaced mythical creative shepherd sway
Magma composition shares the joy of day
In sleek aspiration ice fire systems in place
To shepherd on time her wisdom and grace
Such a bold flight into the bright of day
Penultimate underpinnings ocean rift sway
Trots out now for all the world to see
Eyjafjallajokull floodbug Icelandic debris
In knowledge of role she surely roiled it out
Eruption of impact ice water boiled spout
Supporting characters glacier rushing water
Basaltic to silica a shiny granite daughter
Dismantles glaciers as to share the joy
Lava flow on marshy ground fountains ahoy
Paths less taken between air traffic and farmers
Eyjafjallajokull now the latest of charmers
Ash cloud floats to migrate further east
Eruptions under ice caps new visual feast
Shirks no deadline magma flashes to steam
Eyjafjallajokull on time outburting earth's seam
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
flash fiction
Aloha poets,
Flash fiction from my novel, "The Outpost." Enjoy!
...a nature's heaven...
Florescent mists gather in the distance as parched granite dust clouds from the volcanoes pass silent on the south horizon. Darkness settles.
The tigress rests on the mountain floor, a steamy setting of tropical thickets. Giant ferns dance against the wetness. Koa and Monkey Pod trees stand majestic, hopeful, now host to a silent audience, ghosts of millions of creatures who once lived here.
Suddenly, a presence is sensed in the banyan grove. The tigress discards her sleep as if instantly disrobing. A reddish gaze emerges in her eyes from deep fires. She comes out, an inspired Olympian given one chance to demonstrate her gifts. The focus of a gentle tactician in need. Moon sparkles the jungle floor through patches in the dense canopy. Her raw urge leaves no shadow against this night. Her eyes designed before glamour and gene therapy was ever invented by humans. Her sounds pure. A damp, dark place this, her nature's heaven lay, her only honest place.
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Smokey Road Publishing,
The Outpost
Saturday, April 17, 2010
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Thursday, April 8, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
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Sunday, February 28, 2010
Rosetta Grown
Aloha Poets,
Rosetta grown inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
A Fictional Trick
How you were and are only adds to this story
Awakened chaos tastes like natto and nori
Top ten moments in your life take center stage
You build the campfires slowly as they turn the page
Diamonds in the dirt always depend on the finders
Trek is the expo as dialogue wears scene blinders
Embedded deadheads move to the aft like before
Claws drawn upon flaws answer at a darkened backdoor
A ripple effect shows to be only for once and for now
Vantage points seek to obscure a bandage somehow
Placed inside a larger context of oceans of notion
Eventualities unfurl pole dances into perpetual motion
Placed in a world of untimely bibs and disguises
Our little friend confides, chides, and devises
Hammered out softly to battle affective rejections
Holds onto hats in effective jet seat ejections
Say it all nice in glass shards of living green
As deadly earth quacks through filters they scream
Lines of detention form and fade at square one
The art of reclusion falls under a shadow of sun
Reasons for conflict once spurned and scurried
Deflected volleys twice burned are now hurried
Shaken off weight grabs for a more saucy dance
From poets and writers formerly known as Audience
Ok so I lied now you must trust me unreliable
As more unruly ripples rip through to the undeniable
Go back to the start deck with your disaffected duck
What happens next is they will all wish you luck
Focused wit lands on very broad shoulders
Straight forward ways carry very large boulders
Clandestine candles may lead on to be venerable
Though finding new tolerances makes you untenable
Telltale body language grabs by the tail
In forces that rattle but never tattletale
Replace yourself now go shovel probe a new landing
For the art of reclusion you'll need a new branding
Go it alone out there just to see if someone cares
Bench and retrench those embedded rescue flares
The crucible for movement with its unending stare
Cherishes the chemist your blank desk and hard chair
Pains you for pleasure this quest source that powers
A timely tactic test finds you up at late hours
Turning tides of citywide cyanide in shadows bedevil
As writers formerly known as Audience treks onward disheveled
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Flaming Flamingo
Aloha Poets;
Flaming flamingo inspires today. Enjoy!
The New Commons Summons Summit
Gaming faces in flames races to be worthy of the best
All time greatest tastes long stated remains close to the vest
Powers of the center remove commoners with low lying lasers
Lazy joy converges outdoors coauthors newer naysayers
Defining moments of star-making glean new machinery
Crowded affection arrested rests by taking in greenery
Timely fine fabrics continually get the golden girl treatment
Goes forward sketches on without bothering to balance an easement
Economical cries as far as conical comics can yell
Sediment builds while sentiment sinks deep into a well
Captured elements of old museum entitlement buildings
Kettle cooking the building blocks of old settled siblings
Just ahead beautifully worded stains glass with ability
Drops to a matter of core concepts feigning sisterly stability
What happens and how it feels as if it's destined to be
Rising moments elicit talks in an already futile insincerity
Note the story in ways beyond a scene of two or three
As you would like it or wish the extinction of simply to be
No race on the headstone or reason to look back and see
Exploitation to win adjusts with very little sympathy
Estranged from logic the time of work nights sing
Divorced from control brings a flight of bling-bling
Split the difference on the stronger but be the unlucky few
Comes with consensual tropical cyclone and renewable cue
No repeats now those are the new house rules
Age appropriate behavior troubles its own long lost clues
The test of the dream is in the way of its words
When unlamented truths of old, simply drop their swords
Enter the thread where cold thoughts lay bare
In the throes of the technical without a cold factory floor's care
Winds up quitting time whistles only preppy goofballs remain
Sustainable system's instability brings you all in from the rain
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