A friend introduced me to Kell Robertson’s poetry when I was a kid. I was thunderstruck. Sure, I had heard of Kell, even before I read his work. People used words like cowboy, underground, or outlaw to describe him. But that’s not the first impression I had of Kell’s poetry. I was amazed at how [...]
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Kell Robertson
Posted in Artist Spotlight-Kell Robertson, tagged fiction, Iniquity Press/Vendetta Books, Kell Robertson, outlaw poet, poetry, west on October 29, 2008 | 13 Comments »
It’s For The Children
Posted in poetry, tagged poetry, fiction, abused children, abuse, abused women, anger management, the system, lost in the cracks on October 27, 2008 | 25 Comments »
Family Reunion
Julie Buffaloe-Yoder
There’s a first grade boy
in a Superman t-shirt.
Freckles, brown cowlick,
two front teeth missing.
Broken arm, black eyes.
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There’s a father, thirty five,
blue suit and tie, new shoes,
pretty shaved face, saying
all the right things in
Anger Management class.
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There’s a mother
too scared
to say a word.
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There’s a social worker
who says it’s her job
to reunite the boy [...]
Summa Cum Laude
Posted in poetry, tagged college, fiction, poetry, rich kids, waste, working class, working class poetry on October 22, 2008 | 22 Comments »
A buddy told me I need to lighten up on the poetry theme for this week. So I dug through my Stack O’ Crazy and found this ditty from last year. It’s sort of light gray with a pinkish hue.
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Back To School Shopping
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When the semester’s over,
private college kids
throw away
three-month-old junk
they don’t want to lug
back to [...]
Watch Out For Falling Rocks
Posted in poetry, tagged blessings, cancer sucks, cancer survivor, character, fiction, poetry, recovery, recovery rocks, strength, strong man, survival on October 15, 2008 | 30 Comments »
When someone I love more than life itself was seriously ill, he said two things I’ll never forget. He said he hated it when people treated him like a prophet or a sage, just because he was sick. He also said he could handle the days when he woke up in great pain, because the pain let him know that he [...]
He Ain’t No Senator’s Son
Posted in poetry, tagged business, character, Credence Clearwater Revival, fiction, Fortunate Son, poetry, treatment of vets in the workplace, Vietnam vets, working class, working class poetry on October 6, 2008 | 13 Comments »
They Bill Him Out
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They named him Bird Dog
in Vietnam; he flew home
with silver rods in his arms
and a purple heart he won’t
talk about to save his life.
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He started drinking
with a good stout blonde.
Dreamed of owning a hog.
Grew porkchop sideburns,
a garden full of greens
and six kids raised
in a lopsided trailer
on Credence,
macaroni and cheese.
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Now he [...]
Vanilla Yogurt & Water
Posted in RANTS!, poetry, tagged mansions built on sand, movies, Nights in Rodanthe, poetry, Rich folks with problemzzz, Rodanthe NC, working class poetry on October 1, 2008 | 22 Comments »
People keep telling me how much I’m going to love the movie, Nights in Rodanthe. How can anyone who’s been around me for more than five minutes think I would love a gush flick starring Richard Gere as a screwed up rich dude? “Go watch the trailer,” they say. “You’ll really be able to relate [...]
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