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Blog entries by Gumby

For three days and three nights they gathered on the roof stacking stones. On the day the saints marched in (trumpets wailing siren-song) The sky burst open. Inside the house she prayed to see a golden stairway spiral down from heaven. But the escalator would have to do. She hovered a quick goodbye slipped out into hard rain and looking back threw a pillar of salt into the murder. Those black-frocked congregants hard eyes, sleek heads stones rolling from their mouths. Their corrugated...
In this place of power and contradictions I walk uphill. The way is rocky, steep wind pushing from all directions. I am careful where I place my feet. Around me insects buzz in secret conversation not meant for human ears and like the child, unnoticed beneath her parent's table I struggle to catch words beyond my understanding. Their sudden silence, a hole in the air as if they know I am listening and have slammed shut the lid on a mason jar trapping me inside. In this place where she...
When primates dropped down from African canopies; traveled across savannas, strong arms swinging— knuckles leaving leathered prints in the dusted past— which one thought, Let me eat this funny looking thing, mushrooming out of dung? And after taking the trip, came back for more, convinced others to ride along? Imprinting on primate minds the need to touch what can’t be seen and the belief that the vastest savanna lies behind the eyes. Image by AD_Images from Pixabay
If I had been the beast that caught you I would have caught you last. I would have been the animal that won the prize my hands tracing the seams of your exotic skin smoothing the scars on your hands cradled like an apple in mine. I would have eaten your fingers tasted the feast of what I’d been craving all these days. You, inside me. Image by intographics from Pixabay
As a child, he liked to climb into empty tires, press his face to concrete walls, staring up through narrow cracks. Speech was difficult, like breathing through a haze of words, tangled and tilted towards starry sky. As a man, immersed inside his body of work, he keeps flitting to far-off corners of his own skin. Digging deep into the crevice inside him, swapping out parts of himself. The link between skin and form holding still. Hidden among so many characters he can't be found, he walks...
The ghosts of this poem are unwritten, they hang out on front porches on warm Southern nights, float around every corner. Pop up in the middle of a sentence uttered by a stranger at a convenience store while you’re buying jerky. They ruin your favorite tv shows, pull on your ears while you’re having conversations and if you ignore them, stick their cold noses into private places. At night, they prop your eyelids open with toothpicks, switch your mattress for a bed of nails, change the...
You are Kelvin, holding to your absolutes. A windswept plateau too stubborn to yield, you stand in eroded glory revealed the implacable nature of your heart. And I, Fahrenheit’s child, cling to the familiar highs and lows, ride your thermal current flows and know, I’m but a beat, a breath away from the fall. Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay
<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:DocumentProperties> <o:Version>12.00</o:Version> </o:DocumentProperties> </xml><![endif]--> I had wanted to be the wolf; elusive, wily and mysterious; with an edge of danger about me— howling at midnight moons. But I’ve come to accept my true nature; jealous, suspicious and tenacious; with a nose for sniffing out vermin— prone to sounding off and always on the trail.
A Limerick, inspired by SoNickSays' avatar: For a snack, Satan nibbled on Judas then ate Cassius, followed by Brutus he had ordered to go from Dante's Inferno while on holiday in the Bermudas
Distractions, even in your own home, come at a price. My mind was so busy with thoughts of things that I needed to do today. I was actually carrying on a conversation in my head, while I reached for the tube of toothpaste. I had it on the brush and in my mouth before I realized something wasn't right here. Looking closer at the tube I had just set down, I saw it was Icy Hot. Wow! This stuff really works! My mouth was certainly icy and hot. Thankfully, I had only brushed the left side of my...
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