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by J.L. Smith

“Urban Snack” and Yellow Chair Review

I am pleased to announce that my poem “Urban Snack” will be published in Yellow Chair Review‘s June issue.  More details when the issue goes live.  In the meantime, please check out all the good works at Yellow Chair Review.

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

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:)

 

by J.L. Smith

Throwback Thursday: Crossed Eyes

This one is a very old poem, probably written in 1998, that was published in February’s Eskimo Pie.  Now, if that is not a real Throwback Thursday, I don’t know what is, lol.  “Crossed Eyes” for your Throwback Thursday enjoyment!

Crossed Eyes

A glossy photograph with eyes

scraped clean with black ballpoint.

Anger and pressure,

strokes of lines—

straight and circular—

penetrate white paper,

bringing it to the fore,

dehumanizing its former owner of its

identity

warmth

power

control

over the smiling figure pictured next to it,

you.

by J.L. Smith

NaPoWriMo Day 6

OK, I am posting this a bit early.  Remember, this is a raw excerpt.  As I continue to write, I can see the revisions to come.  This has been a difficult story to craft poetically.  I am thankful to you, readers, for your support and patience.

Thank you for coming along in this journey.

Today’s raw excerpt:

**This post has been removed as the next day’s NaPoWriMo post has been posted***