The Spoken Word

June 2017

   Contributors:

              Dan Abernathy

              Carman Hittle

              Mya Swain

              Jocelyn Moore

 

 

 

I’m Missing
I’m missing
the bump-start breakfast of
thick sliced bacon,
caffeine,
nicotine
and Jack Daniels in my coffee,
hot and without cream.

I’m missing
the long wide-open days of
cross tops,
windowpane,
cheep grass,
even cheaper beer
and the road trips isolated from all that is.

I’m missing
the carefree evenings
that turned into dawn,
tequila shots,
loud music that made you dance,
the party girls that lived to live,
and the ones that had misplaced
the word known as “No.”

I’m missing
the understanding
that it has come to this,
stiffness and pain when I stand up,
a constant buzzing in my ears,
weight that seems to be here to stay,
and hair that won’t.
Rice and fruit in the mornings,
salads at night
and cheap wine from a black box,
because it’s just easier.

I’m missing
the mishaps and adventures rousing
the reason why I write
this constant stream of thoughts
that tumble from my existence,
the ones that are ruled by none,
while wondering if someday
Perhaps you’ll miss them too.
                                                  ~ Dan Abernathy


To Fool the Fools
Standing in front of a chipped
and stained porcelain sink,
crumpled brown paper towels
scattered across the floor,
like wilted and discarded flowers,
with vibrant graffiti and gang tags
sprayed across the walls.
I stare into the dingy and cracked
blood splattered mirror
in an overused public restroom.
The heat of summer
turns the smoldering room temperature
and air
to putrid ammonia
and scorching mildewed stench.
I take a long deep look
into the person I see standing there.
I look like I understand,
but all I can see,
all I can know
is a lie.
A colossal fabrication
used to fool the fools.

~ Dan Abernathy
To Fool The Fools was recently published in the Literary Journal, In Between Hangovers



You’re Not A CEO
Mr. President of the United States of America
I do not know
what is going on with your hairika.
The U.S. of A. is not a company,
run by a CEO.
The Presidency is about diplomacy
and helping our country grow.
It is hard
to hold your head up proud,
when countries around the World
are laughing out loud.
You would not put up with
disrespectful, behavior from
employees of yours.
“You’re Fired,” would ring
from windows and doors,
We the people
would rather you be a president,
than see you as
a golf course resident.
I believe your pants
go on one leg at a time,
the same as the people
across the line.
I am not poking fun,
or running you down,
but some things you say,
do make me frown.
I do not want to deal
your ego a blow,
but Mr. President Trump
You are not a CEO.


 ~ Carmen Hittle
  Pinedale, Wyoming


 

You’re Not A CEO
Mr. President of the United States of America
I do not know
what is going on with your hairika.
The U.S. of A. is not a company,
run by a CEO.
The Presidency is about diplomacy
and helping our country grow.
It is hard
to hold your head up proud,
when countries around the World
are laughing out loud.
You would not put up with
disrespectful, behavior from
employees of yours.
“You’re Fired,” would ring
from windows and doors,
We the people
would rather you be a president,
than see you as
a golf course resident.
I believe your pants
go on one leg at a time,
the same as the people
across the line.
I am not poking fun,
or running you down,
but some things you say,
do make me frown.
I do not want to deal
your ego a blow,
but Mr. President Trump
You are not a CEO.


 ~ Carmen Hittle
  Pinedale, Wyoming


First flight
           Soaring high in the sky
   Never waiting to saying goodbye
       Flapping his wings he flies
     Not a cloud
   Not a sound
 Slightly a breeze
Some worms to seize
 Floating down with ease
   A bird’s new flight
         Is the one that gets them high
                 This is what makes them fly
                          Soaring high in the sky

~ Mya Swain
 Pinedale, Wyoming



Hyporheic Zones
(“hi-poe-ree-ick”: water saturated area that supports invertebrate fauna and its impact on the larger ecosystem)

I study flow and rivers bend
    the force of waters as they send
        the cobbles, sands and tumbling stones
          to form the hyporheic zones,
             the hidden hyporheic zones,
              and banks and myriad waterways
                   the base of ecosystem braids
                      which host adult and larvae too
                                   a tiny backless water zoo,
                                       within the hyporheic zones.
                                In lands the mighty glaciers made
                         here hummocked hills were overlaid
                    and ice melt opened rocks and stones
                  stretch miles of hyporheic zones,
           wide miles of hyporheic zones.
       Unbound by channel rock and silt
     a three dimensioned water quilt
   in length and depth and width exchange
the liquids dance an interchange,
         ballet in hyporheic zones.
                The salmonids and leaping trout
                     which spawn in frosty wet redoubt
                         find oxygen where waters meld
                            and habitat unparalleled,
                                    upon the hyporheic zones.              
                                         Life giving hyporheic zones.

- Jocelyn Moore
contributes from Pinedale, Wyoming



The Parade
I walk naked
in a small town parade
with nothing but a faded flag
wrapped, flapping
and popping behind me.
No one notices,
no one cares
as I step over horse shit
and remember the gray colt,
the one I raised from birth,
is now nothing but glue
holding memories
in a young girls scrap book.


~ Dan Abernathy
The Parade
 was recently published in the Literary Journal, Outlaw Poetry


 

April 2017

   Contributors:

              Todd Moore

              Dan Abernathy

              Donal Mahoney

              A.D. Whans

March 2017

   Contributors:

             Dan Abernathy

              Katie Ernst

              Jocelyn Moore

              Shayla Peredies

February 2017

   Contributors:

              Dan Abernathy

              Katie Ernst

              Bonnie McDonnall

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