5.29.2015

Alright Alright Alright

In offices and cubicles
Behind closed doors in buildings
On sidewalks, in crosswalks
Sliding down slides in parklets
At McDonald’s and the market
They all talk about how our love
Can never baby possibly be
I’m gonna scream it from our rooftop
Scrawl it across the sky
Wear it on a placard around my neck
Listen here, talky talky people
My baby’s love always gets me high
My baby’s love’s all I need tonight
My baby my baby my baby
All right

 


Jammed out & scrawled out for Izy’s OUT OF STANDARD

5.22.2015

Crash

snare drum
  tek
  tek
rattling out
  tek
  tek
list of offenses
  tek
  tek
not listening
  tek
  tek
not remembering
  tek
  tek
making you feel
  tek
  tek
you are one of many
  tek
  tek
  CRASH

Christ I’m sorry
  (sad trombone)
  tek
  tek
you are the only one
  CRASH
  rattle
  tek


It’s Fireblossom Friday in the Imaginary Garden.

5.16.2015

On Hunter's Wash

Hey! Hey! I'm thrilled to announce the publication by ALL CAPS PUBLISHING of On Hunter's Wash: A Fractured Memoir by Phoenix, Arizona writer and agitator (and friend!) Corey Rowley.
 
 
 
"Creation minds the fort like a seasoned bitch.” Lines like this are the backbone of On Hunter’s Wash, a collection of poetry, prose and experimental fiction from Corey Rowley. Rowley's writing magnifies introspective thinking while holding self up to society's sometimes brutal, and other times beautiful, mirror. This volume is awash in the sort of internal dialogue that is immediately identifiable, but at times not so comfortable.

If you recognize yourself in the pages of On Hunter's Wash, just know that you are not alone. We have all been there. Thank you, Corey, for reminding us.

Obviously, readers, you need this book. Get your copy of On Hunter’s Wash via Amazon: