Open Mic 1
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dear mystery it dawned on me I haven’t slept without you since I handed you the keys to my dreamwork our teamwork keeps me up to date but I’m sleeping late so I don’t miss you I’m future you’re past in time we’ll be cast in carbonite memory you love me I know so why don’t you treat me repeat me would you complete me logic says you’d fall short and I’m already cut my attributes predetermine my value but we can still share the universe holds us both in its infinite together apart together apart forever apart would I could you should we never or will we ever set sail to pass in the night two ships eclipsed and gifted sight to see what’s wrong with the progression of our song we may lose our way can you say that again? once more from the gut I know what it means but not if you mean it don’t clean it I want it unwashed unpolished untamed like a billowing flame that stays cool at the center you enter me here where I’m open the window is small if you blink you might miss it you’re only young once dammit so what so no going back so no moving forward you’re safe in my limbo I’m lost in your words spark of the heart forbidden ignited remain in my darkness my love unrequited dark knight of the soul white light to behold over mountains and haze we’re too set in our ways to embrace it to chase it and then to erase it forget and regret so we stay here unmet unturned unbroken unknown unspoiled and unspoken
Welcome back to Stock Fiction. The (mostly) short fiction (and occasional poetry) publication inspired by stock photography. And seriously, how inspiring are those photos?! I just want to climb in there and make stories with them! ❤️🔥
My favorite thing about poetry is that it risks meaning nothing, anything, or everything to no one, anyone, or everyone all at the same time.
I dig that. 💜
I’d love to hear your thoughts on today’s no-rules rumination. I had a hell of a lot of fun weaving it together for you. Did you have a favorite turn of phrase or reference? Did you stumble on the structure, or did you find a groove? Could you hear music in it? What kind? Are you dying to know what bestseller pitch won the reader poll last week?
Home Raker for the win! Expect the first salacious pages of my career launching debut to arrive sometime this fall. And if you’re disappointed that the man/horse love story didn’t win the day … fear not. I’m courting a collaboration that might make the Say My Neighm fantasy a reality. A story specimen of such impeccable pedigree needs four legs to stand on.
More poems from the archive …