A ____ bulging plastic zipper bag
The looming
……………….. amalgamation
of heavy clouds
about to b u r s t
above
me like a stormy
s_l__o___s____h of
burning soup
spouting through a
heat born
(hole)
in the thinning sack
____”re”_
___”b___l”__
___”m____l”__
No"U_______a”_
survives the frying pan
thrice a raven’s egg could
r
o
l
l
………….down the sidewalk
past my refrigerator door
the only
tolerable commentary
would arrive →← squarely
on my front porch
within minutes of
the shredded evening post
flying off the sandman’s
three-tined salad fork
Headline:
Egg crossed just to establish
__________ line in the sand
Cast the irons
into the
^^blazing^^ fires^^
let them dance along
with the spatulas and
corn as it pops and
~~~flies~~~
across the
inky night sky
a three-ringed
killdeer
in disguise
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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The Vassel Kingdom of Vrator
Tucked between the outward edge of the Tranquil Forest and the Dobryan Hills is the ancient dominion of Vrator. A picturesque and varied landscape where the Empire's best wines, ales, and cheeses originate. The ten counties of Vrator are left to administrate their affairs for the most part unbothered by Imperial oversight. As per the contract between the Vassel kingdom of Vrator and Banden Crampmire Megantani to secure their knights and cavalry's assistance in the war against Reophate.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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Comments (4)
I like your relationship with punctuation.
I love how the typography carries meaning here. The language doesn’t just describe rupture, it performs it.
Unusual and twisting , excellent work
That was fun and different… with a rhythm of it’s own!