Month / April 2016

by J.L. Smith

(Explicit)Throwback Thursday: The Drop Off

Explicit post: Warning! Possible trigger.

This poem was published by Eskimo Pie in February.  Check out the poem and Eskimo Pie too!

 

The Drop Off

Maidenhood aside,

your sex trapped me.

My fresh curls could not

compete with you aged mounds

of flesh I did not desire.

 

The fruity bubble gum should

have told me all:

the sickly melon perfumed

my car, ate at my stomach,

eroding my alliance,

down to a sugary decay of

falsehood and cunning.

 

Thinking nothing of sticky fly traps,

I shared my soda and

youthful dimples.

 

Instead of cookies, you offered love

and, of course, your sex

as the sugar started to saturate,

entrapping me.

 

The friend you left behind —

not the one that offered you a ride,

the one you had in me–

dashed off her fears and turned the key.

 

Sweetly, I spurned your desires,

but with all the sugar everything

turned sour.

 

I dropped off your unfulfilled

desires at your doorstop.

You will come to me again,

but I will not be there.

 

I’ve thrown away all of my candy.

 

by J.L. Smith

Thanksgiving

Some words to ponder today. Nice poem. Reblogged:)

perfectsublimemasters's avatarEunoia Review

From a distance, as you walk your morning miles, you begin
to watch the woman standing near the waves.
Hours before the sunbathers will arrive,
she is aiming her camera toward an unimpressive
sandcastle. She is soft, and pale, and thick
through her middle, and something more
than middle-aged, and you think without hesitation
that she is happy,
and you wonder why
so many photos—first from one angle, then another—
and you decide she’s never been to an ocean
before; she’s from some landlocked place
where she would not stand out
for having moon-white shoulders
glowing down on densely freckled forearms,
or high-waisted floral shorts,
or that gray halo of tightly permed hair,
and you think, maybe she’s here for some family
holiday, and maybe all of this is new
to her—this salty, gull-strewn air, this
fine, warm sand, these unceasing waves—and maybe that’s why
she is happy
on this…

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by J.L. Smith

Napowrimo Day 10

Yep, this one is late, I am afraid.  Here is the excerpt from the 10th day.  It is interesting how the story is unfolding with the poems.  Wish I could post them in their entirety each day, but that will have to wait until I have completed and polished them. Here’s a taste, though.  Enjoy!

From Drowning (raw excerpt)

*This excerpt has been removed as another day’s post has been posted.  Keep checking back daily to get the most up-to-date Napowrimo posts:)

 

by J.L. Smith

Napowrimo Day 9

Still the 9th Alaska time, if not just barely  🙂

A short excerpt today as time runs short.

The Sacrifice

*This excerpt has been removed as another day’s post has been posted.  Keep checking back daily to get the most up-to-date Napowrimo posts:)