Spliced Poems - Poems about Spliced

... A hero turns conspiratorially, staring into my future. What he said into the camera then, is meaningless now, but I see his lips move, as if he were predicting this moment. A heroine hike......Read the rest...

...Build a padded wall around the entire earth. We've become one giant insane asylum. For which there's no cure. While you're at it. Hang a neon vacant eyes sign. For everything has turned into.......Read the rest...

...God Around the Corner By Mark D. Stucky My cat’s favorite spot to sleep and surveil the house was at the top of the hallway-to-basement stairs. I would sometimes stealth......Read the rest...

...Still clear and sunlit are the tanned, weathered faces of the fisherman, their bloodshot eyes, beanies and checkered shirts, how they stood hip deep in their boats looking up at a gathered c......Read the rest...

...She waited on the ground For the first stone to be thrown Guilty as charged Coming through brambles, her seed had grown In silence he lingers Secrets choking the soul to shame All the regrets......Read the rest...

...I sit by the window motionless Looking at the sky getting darker Inside me a sea swells, tides of memories Beat my heart, the only keepsake I have. Like a thick shelled oyster, tightly sp......Read the rest...

...broken ends of a love being spliced together. couple on the outs hit the pause... button. Date written: 12/31/2021......Read the rest...

...An actor returns to his Beverly Hills mansion – blows his brains out with a 38 special. I must have dozed off, cops at my door, a line of chain-smoking flashbulbs in baggy turn-ups. I watch m......Read the rest...

...I sat on the beach sifting time through my hands. I felt like a slot machine whore. The ocean was preaching her Siren’s demand I abandon my past at the shore. So, I shook off the sand, turned my ......Read the rest...

...Here the Bluejay*** Here! Here! …These tall, Spindly stalks, although sweetly JGreen, with their crowns bobbing In the touches of air…the Cosmos Flowers wait… For their rippling nocturn......Read the rest...

...In early spring some days are cold, for winter’s loath to break its hold, still sending winds that bite and sting. Some days are cold in early spring. Sing, one and all, to welcome the uniqu......Read the rest...

...Scribo wished for a limerick but then he crushed his writing stick too much hard reason ink went for treason rhymes and rhythm became quite sick with a bent nib in his firm grasp ......Read the rest...

...I am an active roosting red robin I wonder? through secluded trees and dense vegetation I hear waving blades of grass I see the spiraling sunshine combining dew raindrops I want to defend my ......Read the rest...

...Monochrome scenes blanch but color is there as an underlay of my own viewing history. Black and white movies, old even when I watched them flicker still on an inner retina. A hero turns consp......Read the rest...

...spliced narratives in better taste introspectives richly painted intertwined with the fragile things of life held dear & the doubts ......Read the rest...