UNDERTOW OVERTURES - Chapel of Poetry (V1, E9) Celebrates Larry Crist's ...

I probably shouldn't do this. GIVE BOOKS AWAY, but it is only for a day or two...

THE COLOR RED DOES NOT SLEEP is penhead-press.com's first single author chapbook. It is a fiery story about the color red told through poetry. The author is Dawnell Harrison. She is a poet who lives on the west side of the United States. She has several books of poetry out in the world. THE COLOR RED DOES NOT SLEEP is her latest.

Click on the hyperlink to get a copy of THE COLOR RED DOES NOT SLEEP. For a shade over a day only, May 24th-25th, the price has been lowered to the floor of a volcano.

If Only People Knew What Poetry Can Be Like...

If only people knew that poetry can like this it would be more popular...

Red Poet Neck Behind the Wheel -- WATCH VIDEO WITH CAPTIONS ON

Red Poet Neck Behind the Wheel

TIME MASHEEN: CACOETHES -- A Post From the Past

 

Here we go! Cacoethes. You will enjoy this one Bill.

Here’s mine: It was next to 10 in the A.M. William sat staring at the company expense reports, trying vigilantly to focus on the numbers at hand. As he stared into the numbers, his mind would traverse to his cacoethes of the pen.

Every morning it was the same. Pauley had an irresistible urge to "cock-a-doodle-doo," in his wife's ear when he woke before the alarm. The one time that he did do it, he wished he hadn't. Loraine, who grew up on a farm, hated chickens. As a girl of ten, she was once attacked by a rooster when she entered the coup. The rooster gored his long talons into her arm, which poisoned her blood with a rare avian infection. Loraine, in an unconsciousness state, grabbed Pauley by the balls and squeezed. She had no control over her own cacoethes.

That was fun Peter. I’m going to spread your word around.

Could you write me a short narrative using the word: "cacoethes," and text it back to me?

What does it mean Bill?

Cacoethes, Song Jay, is defined as an irresistible urge to do something inadvisable. Or you could make up your own definition within the context of your narrative.

Nah, that's perfect. I'm so happy to discover that there is a word for that. Ok let me work on it…

CACOETHES - In retrospect the squirrel cop should never have consumed the entire Snickers bar all at once. Officers -well- citizen now Roger J Squirrel skulked in the back of the squad car aware of the discomfort building in his shoulder as the tiny handcuffs stretched his little squirrel arms into a weird angle behind his fluffy back. The blue and red lights cycled outside overwhelmed his still dilated eyes. Shame welled up in his psyche with the notice of his former peers; Officer Mallard and exchange Officer Wallaby conferring in hushed tones in the front seat. Unable to grasp the entire picture all at once, RJ retreated to the least disturbing memory from among the fragments still hoping that, that poor kitten would recover all of his claws intact. Secure in the fact he would never again be allowed in proximity of the Halloween candy jar let alone asked to guard it, he gave up on further reflection and sat hunched in silence. (Composed by S. W.)

That’s a great phone flash fiction piece Song Jay!

Writing is a passion of mine. Some might say it is a cacoethes. However, I prefer to think of it as my lifeline. Writing helps me stay sane in an unpredictable world. Writing makes me happy and my heart smile. I am sure others have their own cacoethes; they just don't want to admit it. It is easier to judge others urges instead of looking deeply into one's inner-self and identifying their own unadvisable actions they inflict upon others. (Composed by S. M.)

Thanks Shazza, for playing the game.

 
 
 
 
 
 

I Tried This Before On My Self; Now, I Am Doing It For You...

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A Penhead Press Writing Challenge

A Reblogged Post--- 2 Stories by Carla Blaschka

2 Stories by Carla Blaschka Published by DM DU JOUR

NEON SUPERKILL VS THE GALAXY... A Film Worth Your Time

Neon Superkill Versus the Galaxy

Don't let the double digit veiws deter you from watching this neo-classic B-rated science fiction film. This is a film you will love if you were infactuated with Mystery Science Theater like I was.

If you can get past the first viewing, you'll find that the story will start to grow on you. Further, I've paid big bucks to see hollywood films that were far worse than this one. One film (I don't remember the name of it), was so bad, I wanted my money back. And I didn't even pay to get in. I just wanted to be compensated for the time I lost sitting through it. But I didn't have this experience with Neon Superkill Versus The Galaxy. I'll admit that during the first viewing, I slept through the middle of the film, but then again it was 4:30 in the morning. I am usually asleep at that time. So, that is not a blight against this story. In the second viewing I started to get into the humor of the characterisation. But what is most striking about the story is how the producers are poking fun at other such movies. I think what I like best of all are the costumes. I think I noticed a clear plastic cup lid was used as domed bulding on the alien planet.

Watch this film a few times. Then share it with your friends.

One last thing skip past the first few minutes of the video. The first segments have nothing to do with the story, but everything to do with thanking their supporters. If you move the slider to the begining of the story, I know you'll enjoy the experience. But don't take the film too seriously, because the it is not meant to be. It is a comedy afterall.

I Am A Bitch

I Am A Bitch

A Line From Here & There

A Line From Here & There

Tasting A Lover

The End of a Perfectly Good Christmas...

Sexting Oedipus on Craigslist... by William James Lindberg

Sexting Oedipus on Craigslist

Post by Everett Poetry Nite experiencing spoken word.

Performed by William James Lindberg, 10/31/13

A Sestina Example... by William J. Lindberg

Spider Cobweb Frankenstein Witch Eve Curses

A red spider

Crawled down a filament of cobweb

It was a Frankenstein

a witch

that spun magic in the eve

and cast curses

that really cursed

competing spiders

that crept into the eves

of neighboring houses filled with cobwebs

A good witch

Should be able to tell the difference between a Frankenstein

and a Frankenstein

snare woven with curses

brewed by a witch

who can change into a spider

and spin cobwebbing

into all hallows eve,

which was this evening.

It was the most magical night Frau Frankenstein

had experienced. She marveled at her cobweb

dripping with cursed

fibers woven by a tiny red spider

a witch

like her could conjure up in the realm witches.

The evening

was waning into a black widow spidery

night only a Frankenstein

in the line of Frau could write into a kissy cursed

sticky fragrant wall of cobweb.

No one would want to get caught in cobwebs

scented with the breath of a witch’s

curse.

The result would be an evening

of torment from Frau Frankenstein’s

army of spiders.

and her little curses were acrobats swinging from cobwebs

only a tiny red spider could navigate. And Frau was a witch

one evening a year cobbled together like an undead Frankenstein.

12/08/2013 Breaking the law

I guess it is not against the law to operate a video camera while driving. The rule only applies to cell phones right?

A Video Remembrance of a Few Dead Men-- 12/8/13

This is a Waste of Your Time by William James Lindberg

A Dirty Pantoum... by William J Lindberg

Poem Unknowingly read before a lady’s prayer group at an open mic in Everett WA

Post by Everett Poetry Nite experiencing spoken word.

Performed by William James Lindberg, 10/31/13

Carla Blaschka Reads at EVERETT POETRY NITE 10/31/13 part 2

CARLA BLASCHKA reads from her book IN THE SOUP

Carla Blaschka Reads at EVERETT POETRY NITE 10/31/13 part 1

CARLA BLASCHKA reads from her book IN THE SOUP