Friday, April 21, 2017

Sandbag

The micropoems I write on Twitter (@mickey_kulp) challenge me to say something in a very compressed way.

Previously, once I released them into the wild, I let them be and moved on to the next soap bubble of thought.

Now, however, I am offering them to other venues so different audiences get a look.

Here's your chance to visit these web sites and enjoy writing from me and authors with actual talent.


Micropoetry Society   http://micropoetry.com/sandbag.html

Goodreads  https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/540773-sandbag


~ Mick, S.D.G.


Monday, April 17, 2017

Bongo Easter

After attending a fulfilling worship service that drizzled some hope on a parched planet, we spent Easter afternoon with bongos and brews.  Those with actual talent strummed guitars as sweet as pecan pie, and we modeled all the tattoos.

We are each contradictions, intersecting here and there with others who match us close enough on the surface.  But we cling to those who share our rare and precious bedrock down deep.

(sound of bongos riffing wildly)

~ Mick, S.D.G.




Sunday, April 16, 2017

Some Easter Micropoems

Here is my Easter gift to you: a pile of artsy little poems that you might like to nibble on...

~Mick, S.D.G.
















Monday, April 10, 2017

Prisoner or Collaborator?

I like this one.  It reminds me a little of the Eagles song "Already Gone" that says:

So often times it happens that we live our lives in chains
And we never even know we have the key 

We say we want something, but do we really want it enough to make it happen?  What is unforgivable, is that not only do we know we are in chains, we even know where to find the key.  It's always at eye level.

~ Mick, S.D.G.



Friday, April 7, 2017

Stirred, Not Shaken

Today, a tweet from @DimpleVerse prompted me with these words:

BLURRED
LINES
DEEP
POOL
LONGING
GREEN
EYES

At first, I thought of a stagnant pond with green scum on top.  This reminded me of the stifling heat of an inland hike as I made my way up a trail toward a deserted beach.  Then the mound from the beach berm reminded me of a grave mound and a family loss we remember every April.

I stirred all these images up, and out came this.  Thanks for visiting.

~Mick, S.D.G.


Monday, April 3, 2017

Frilly

This was another "reverse processed" poem where I took a longer piece and trimmed it down.  It also has a sort of sinister background and the visual appeal I like in concrete poetry.

The words include a touch of incongruous silliness I feel when some of my writing gets too dark or too serious.

Thanks for looking.

~Mick, S.D.G.



Sunday, April 2, 2017

Love Lesson

In a reversal of my normal flow (where I take a tweet-sized poem and turn it into a longer work for my book), I took a long-ish poem that has been brewing and circumcised it, so to speak.  Enjoy!

~Mick, S.D.G.