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…
Now Touring: Make Me Wet
Nothing says summer like a road trip and some time at the beach. While spring is still making up its mind about whether it’ll put in appearance this year, I’m going to start acting like it’s summer. From now until July 4th I will be touring my selkie tale, Make Me Wet–talking selkies, kelpies, beach life and writing life. I’ll be giving away books and prizes so check in every week and comment at the sites where I post for your chance to win. To celebrate the launch of my tour I’m author of the week on the Buy a Book Tell a Friend blog. Below is the list of…
BluCanny
Back Then when my vocabulary was about six words longeven ahead of Outside, Kitty, NaNa, No, NoWayBluCanny was my favorite worddelivering anticipationof unwrappingcrackly cellophanehard lozengegoing liquid on my tonguementholated tingle zingslike snowflakes landingvanishing in a sparkgoing viraltongue to throatexpandingdancingin breathin heartzapping through veinscurlingtoes and hair NowYou are my blue candy. ~Nara Malone dVerse Meeting the Bar challenge tonight is to go home to the roots of our voice and language to write something that is “…uniquely you — using the words you might say to a neighbor or friend, keeping it familiar and seeking to make it distinctly you, about you, in your vernacular.” This is also my contribution to…