Once again, left where you don’t belong Scrunched up into a wrinkly wannabe cloud filled with snot and skin flakes or smears of mayo and spit, glaring forlornly at me glaring pissed offedly at you. When left to marinate in phlegm and fluids on bedside tables and kitchen countertops you start to multiply like earthworms that procreate by having sex with themselves. Hell, you already have the lube so why not use it? Continue reading Mucus Rags
On the corner the usual crowd assembles bloodshot red words laid out so cold, stumble along search the wide world, another mouthful of booze will never find the buried gold Continue reading Infirm
Below is an excerpt from an interview with Literary Orphan’s editor, Mike Joyce. I like this particular answer of his so much because I’m so tired of the same old tired advice you hear/read from writers: “write every day.” Why? You can write crap all day long but if it’s crap and you’re just filling pages why waste your time and energy? Writing when you’re not inspired is excruciating. Writing when you’re inspired is a joy or a sorrow or a catharsis. Go out into the world and experience, live your life, soak it all in. Inspiration will follow when … Continue reading Writing For Writing’s Sake
This is a phenomenal journal and I’m so excited to be included in it. Mike Joyce & Co. put together a visually beautiful and stimulating journal with each issue that other journals would do well to emulate. It’s evident from its high art style to the diverse contributors to the personal Editors Note that this is a labor of love – everything about it is meant to please the eyes of the reader and it does. Do yourself a favor: CLICK! Now! WWW.LITERARYORPHANS.ORG ISSUE11: Lost Prophet (John Lennon) We’re a digital writing and art magazine based in Chicago, and we’re … Continue reading Literary Orphans: The Lennon Issue
This weekend I found a letter from my aunt that she wrote me in 2003. I have no memory of it so it was like reading it for the first time. At the time she was in Hot Springs, Arkansas with her husband, my mom and dad, and my other aunt on vacation. The three women are (were) sisters. In it she described a little about the hotel, their stay and various activities. She described an incident in a hot tub where my mom became nauseous. It was surreal, reading this as if it just happened, with my mom being dead for … Continue reading Dirt Mamma
Ah, Monday morning. I used to hate Mondays when I worked at a job that I despised that kept me in a constant state of heart-thumping panic and made me drink too much at night. After ditching that job I now really like Mondays with its promise of a week full of mysterious things. Especially mornings like this one, partly cloudy in the 70’s with the barest hint of Spring on the breeze. I admit it, weather really affects my mood and I just want to wallow in the springness of days like this. (Even though my backyard is full … Continue reading After the Before Time
Earlier today I was shaking my head over the fact that it’s already February. January flew by even though I feel like I spent almost all of it indoors because of the freezing weather we’ve been having here where we are not used to waking up to frozen fountains and freeze burned tropical plants. My backyard looks like it was napalmed and I’m trying to get my attitude set for a major clean-up come March. I figure I have March and most of April to chop down the dead banana trees and gingers and rake up beaucoup bamboo leaves and … Continue reading Newsy News
2013 is over and I’m sitting here on the second day of the new year listening to the wind chimes in my back yard tinkling crazily in the blustery, cold wind while my husband cooks up a good winter supper of chicken fried steak and gravy. I can’t say 2013 was a very good year personally and I can’t say I’m sad to see it go but it was a pretty good writing year for me and for that I’m grateful. I had work published in Mad Swirl, St. Somewhere Journal, Michelle Elvy’s website Glow Worm, Olentangy Review and Red … Continue reading Writing, Behind and Ahead
Gessy Alvarez mentioned my poem “Up To Down” in the latest issue of “Editor’s Eye” on Fictionaut. I was surprised and delighted, to say the least. It’s so gratifying to have an accomplished writer and editor like Gessy recognize my work, especially a piece that has special significance to me such as this one. As a lover of words and creative language, I’m especially happy with her comments: A good poem should feel like a shot of caffeine injected into your consciousness. It should clobber you with the possibilities of language. and Hamrick delivers an avalanche of a poem with … Continue reading “the possibilities of language”
Should we climb the wall grasping with blind fingers and toes for love cracks clinging to sweetness turned to dust in our moldy mouths Should we drag our anger and our blue acquiescence, bloodied, over a cat tongue rack for misplaced hope cooled to lifeless ash Or should you go your way and I’ll go mine spraying splats of graffiti bile and trailing yellow streaks behind us Continue reading Up To Down
