Gun Control #erotic #poetry #NaraMalone
Some are flasherswaving their loaded weapon wide-eyed attentionmakes it stand proud Some prefer concealmentsecret powerdramatic revealthe rush of new respect But all guns Wanta holstera tight embrace leather, latex, silky heatwhether they ease inor slam home… once holsteredvelvet squeeze fingering hair-trigger then yes, thenevery gun cravesprays for gun control ~Nara Malone On April 16, 2007 a mentally ill boy came within a few seconds of blowing a hole in my life that I would never have recovered from. He came within seconds not once, but twice. I don’t have the heart to write about that. If I’ve crossed a line here, I apologize. I needed to shoot back. This post…
Cybering ( #dversepoetics #cybersex )
He came in a plain text wrapperNot the sort of package to turn her headNo warning that the contents could turn her inside outTurn life upside down Romance repurposedThrust her through the portalPlunged by a double clickInto unreal realities Garbed in boolean doublespeakVeiled in fifty layers of intrigueBound by neurotronic entanglementResistance was futile Pillow talk encoded in binaural beatsTexted breadcrumb trails between soulsSexted intimacyEmotion embedded in the vibrations of their cells Love’s illusions fashioned from ones and zeroes…Can it ever rise above a zero sum?In cyber everything is a lieand nothing is. ~Nara Malone The prompt for Poetics today is change. Click through to see what others wrote or to…
Poet Porn
Typing poetry is like vibrator sexwords nailed downprecisely spaced insertionsunentangledemotional withdrawal method Writing longhandwords and thoughts entwinelike lover’s limbs one covering anotheremotional foreplaycreative juices flowing Poems don’t love a keyboardinsist on a gentle fingeringin roaming linesa slow-hand diddlepen over pagemaking love to words ~Nara Since the summer, I’ve been slowly teaching this writer brain of mine to rough draft a story on the keyboard instead of longhand. Full length novels drafted across several journals, tucked between poems, sketches and to-do lists, are not an efficient way to get that job done. It’s been a war, me against the words. I thought I’d won. Then cleaning up the other day I…