• Gun culture metaphors,  Nara Malone,  not-one-more,  open-carry,  Poetry

    Open-Carry: Unzipping the Metaphors

    Warning:  This poem contains no language that can’t be used on prim time T.V. but it discusses  the subject in a way that will make people uncomfortable. That’s the point. It’s also the point that what I say will get censored while flaunting guns in shops and restaurants has more legal protection than my right to protest. But if frank language about terrorists and muderers upsets you, don’t read further. He spent the morning photographing his penis collection,lining them up on the table getting just right glint of light on the contoursand dramatic angle of cast shadows. He did a selfie with two supersoak repeaters strapped across his chest. Another…

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    dVerse Dadaism: Do Accept My Apologies

    Do Accept My Apologies His bill of complaint, hovering unspoken. Air between them, fornicating another question, misspeaking her name with dark eyes. Are you so naive? She might melt grave repercussions. ~Nara Malone  I picked an interesting night to jump back in at dVerse. We’re playing with Dadaist poetry tonight. We’re supposed to cut up a news article and pull the words from a paper bag to write a poem. I didn’t have a newspaper, so I used a page from a lesson on editing. And rebel that I am, cutting up homework wasn’t enough–I only followed some of the rules. It’s okay, I’m pretty sure rule breaking was the…