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1. The colour of your soul
(Forum/Poetry)
Today the summer sky took a hike, a holiday. Question, does the colour of your soul shift with the colours of your emotions or those of our planetary skies?
2. Table under Chairs
(Forum/Poetry)
That's about the itchy size of that. There can be 'go no further.' No breakfast, no dinner, no lunch. It's terrible even to hope for a fishing line, it's a waste of time. A short little snack to ...
That's about the size of that, I can go no further. No breakfast, no dinner, no lunch. It's terrible even to hope for a fishing line, a short little snack to feed Everybody. What cruel and pigheaded ...
4. Re:weblink candidates
(Forum/The Cauldron)
Working in the mines right now, so I haven't got the links digested just yet, but I agree with this line of thinking. Linkage is good. Here's a link of my own explaining someone's version of an internet ...
5. This week it\'s Marxism
(Forum/The Cauldron)
Perhaps this is why some poets lack academic speak, but perhaps should be glad to know what not to write like. This is the epitome of academic speak dlw might now'n ever ifn' get. Please excuse the ...
6. rambling down the river
(Forum/Published Work)
That line came to me unbidden... rolled the rest of the poem off of it, but didn't know the meaning. And yeah, written in your evening, probably as you were drinking by the water's edge. I don't know ...
7. How to handle large knives
(Forum/The Bukowski Stew)
This is an inverted loop of some other time The Seraphina held a lesson in swordplay swallowing them whole a century and less ago We struck the chords at the four pine gate sent deep magick up the ...
LESSON 4 FABLES SHORT IS SWEET. HORT IS WEET. ORT S EET Now let it be said that this thread is "what I learned in writing school" so... expect crass lifting of direct lessons. If I can cobble ...
9. Dreams of Eire
(Forum/Steel Cart)
I'm currently shopping this one out to editors, so if it mysteriously disappears it's because I've sold the rights to it and cannot have it published on the interwebs. (The lack of ability to have indents ...
10. Ghost Paint
(Forum/Fiction)
Skeleton complete : core of story to follow. Listen : this is a repeat. It’s natural. Listen: there are no second chances that you shouldn’t be thankful for. Supplication is human. And listen : ...
11. To Be Me
(Forum/Poetry)
If a flower stops growing from no springtime, no raintime,and also no sunshine, I still want to be me. When food is low, and bills are due,and there is noone to turn to, I want to be me, like the ...
12. Ghost Paint
(Forum/Fiction)
First time I saw a ghost was my Dad in the year I was born, 1973. I didn’t know it or nothing, it’s that I learned quick what blood meant to a human and what blood meant to a ghost. My brother Jeeze saw ...
13. what goes up
(Forum/The Bukowski Stew)
must come down the prophet charles hindenberg's baby said so himseelf into a gramophone science demands it the gods demand it even les paul gold-leaf guitars the mona lisaminelli ramses the ...
14. clay floors
(Forum/The Bukowski Stew)
the half-pipe four stories up the pool tables, the neon chalk menu on black muggy diesel, dust my first offer is on the table free visa, free room 3 months no mention of pay apparently the economy ...
15. on gardening wishpeas
(Forum/The Bukowski Stew)
having "mastered" gardening it is time to move on to people the current pedagogy: like gardening find and pull the weeds they choke out the flowers perhaps the school mistakes itself for ...
16. pie
(Forum/Published Work)
hmm danke. I 'preciate that. I um... in terms of simplicity- thinkin... last incarnation of WP I was in the middle of classes that were piling my brain full of crap. well, some good stuff. but- the ...
17. Space Opera
(Forum/The Bukowski Stew)
ARE WE THERE YET? IS IT MAY YET? MY FINGERS ARE TIRED. An old story from Indian custom, updated and speedwritten into a space opera to make it seem original. There once was a king who ruled several ...
18. Christians
(Forum/Poetry)
I saw a dead man he was my grandfather his jaw was wired shut in his coffin made him look like a brick but I knew better that I should respect him (my face will look like that) *** I ...
19. Bottom of the Rainbow
(Forum/Poetry)
the windows squealing with leaks in windstorms the door locking you in the bathroom until you die the asbestos ceiling, dropping pieces that look like rodent rat poo the intercom that doesn't work the ...
20. The Neo-Nasriddin Tales
(Journals/wrulf)
Introduction   Wrulf VonGlashaus was born in St. Maries, Idaho. He lived in Pueblo, Colorado, for 22 years before taking up residence in Ankara, Turkey, in 2004. He is a composer, as well as a ...
             Symphony And Mornings Of White Satin  by Wrulf Gunkl VonGlashaus I Sometimes, ...
of extreme sports cat grooming from a plane we jumped and fleeewwww my scissors snipped the cat freaked out and clawed my chuuute but the PETA protesters were unimpressssssed and my corporate sponsorships ...
  VII (Near Falls City, same night) The sun had long surrendered to obscurity beyond the western rim… in its absence, the man, of slight build, seemed almostmalnourished – insignificant – especially ...
24. Manna Mania Miscellanea
(Journals/wrulf)
... we took each other by storm, andI was blissfully chastened,god was astonishedwhile the wind, a mockingageless echo unwittinglybeckoned us with thundergalloping apace the astonished and chastened night...... ...
25. 199X
(Journals/Code Blue)
   H.L. Mencken makes the point that, "honor appears in the Declaration of Independence, but it seems to have got there rather by accident than by design.      [ source : www.wikipedia.com ]     It was ...
26. Departures
(Journals/Stormcrow)
It's been awhile since I've been around, I know.  Last weekend, I flew to upstate New York to attend the funeral of my Grandmother, who, after 20 years, was finally reunited with my deceased Grandfather. ...
27. Final Thoughts On The Stew
(Journals/Thug)
I think writing can be a way of getting off one time/ had one hell of a #)$(*gasm and as we lay there sweating panting rolling around minds just gone gone gone all of those houses, ...
28. Obstacles
(Journals/rlthurber)
Was it rainy, stormy, sunny cloudy or clear? Clock hands tick tick ticked from numerous positions, and it was dark and light at once yet neither dark nor light as the florescent lighting made the universe ...
29. pie
(Journals/Thug)
lower movement appendage in my masticator / cognitive apparatus up my waste removal system 'nother slap of hot, steaming abasement of pride/ arrogance dish baked in pastry-lined pan onto my off-pink ...
30. monday homework 4.23.07
(Poetry/Narrative)
Write a blues poem for something you've lost or forgotten. Blues Poem I've lost nothing. There were the years where I looked out of the window and watched the construction tall cranes ...
31. Terms of Use
(About/Legal)
1. Acceptance of Terms of Use and amendments Each time you use or cause access to wildpoets.com, you agree to be bound by these Terms of Use, as amended from time to time with or without notice ...
32. Batshit
(Journals/Monkey)
As in crazy. As in all you fuckers are. Swear to god that you have gotta be the most ass-backwards species the planet has ever known. I mean, fer Chrissakes - most animals try to avoid death. ...
33. Madia Lane
(Poetry/Reason)
Sipping coffee on the porch in the sun. The bitter taste matches the feel of the sun on my skin. Acidic. Dry. I hear the children in the rose garden before I see them And then I see their ...

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