Talkin’ Smack: Bigfoot is Real

09/25/2019 // 3 Comments

  This is a tale about a creature who lives in the forest. Somewhere in the densest, darkest, or farthest.   Naysayers say there’s not enough to go around… …can’t have big feet… …if there’s nothing to eat… …can’t propagate… …if there’s not enough to mate… …that’s the kind of stuff people regurgitate.   Bigfoot is just a myth, legend or story. The shaky proof is not absolute, looks like a fat fuck wearing an ape suit. Infrared cameras on 24-hour watch, would have recorded that [Click Here To Read Article...]

Poetry Absurdity: Bad Words/Potty Mouth

04/22/2019 // 2 Comments

  Foul vowels misbehavin’, nothing but attention cravin’. Go on. Put ’em in timeout. Punish. Shout. Open the box. Given ’em a broken crayon, prove the plan is nothing but a colorful sham. If outta their brain flows verbal crap, Make ’em sit in the dark corner…wear a fuckin’ dunce cap. Don’t ya know swearing lowers your intelligence, it’s nothing but shallow self-expression. No elegance.   [Click Here To Read Article...]

Poetry Absurdity: Blue Crocodile

06/19/2018 // 8 Comments

  Sharp teeth. Cold blood. Scales and claws. If you see bubbles on the water, try not to scream! I’m just prowlin’ through the dirty mud.   I love to lounge in the rays of the Sun. It’s just me, though. No one is ever around. The birds or tasty mammals, they look at me…turn and run.   Don’t ignore my sharp eyes. Don’t be in denial. There’s a cool reptile lookin’ through you. I’m not in the mood too eat! Please just listen to my song— the endangered cry of a blue crocodile.   Leather jacket and shades. Mouth full of [Click Here To Read Article...]

Poetry Absurdity: Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’

06/18/2018 // 6 Comments

    Sittin’ in my car, ridin’ down the street, Volume turned up, accelerator depressin’, Get out of my damn way, or you’ll be splattin’. I’m goin’ somewhere, don’t know where I’m goin’, Window rolled down, breeze playin’. Speedin’ down the road, headlights glowin’, Destination nowhere, engine blowin’. Don’t care if I’m smackin’ a brick wall, Someone start towin’, I’m just cruisin’ for a bruisin’.           [Click Here To Read Article...]

Nicolenya Caltman: Romancing The Moon

05/29/2018 // 31 Comments

  Put on your spacesuit and get ready to explore the Moon. Nicolenya Caltman published a new paperback book: Romancing The Moon. Filled with artistic photographs and visceral poetry which burns brighter than a cosmic furnace. Nicolenya Caltman’s latest creative endeavor fills the cold void, while enlightening your mind, heart, and soul. Fickle crushes are extinguished by the frigid winds of change, and cheap infatuations burn out, just like a sun that no longer shines. What prevents our heart from burning out? Nicolenya Caltman has the answer: unconditional love.     [Click Here To Read Article...]

Street Smartz

02/25/2018 // 9 Comments

  Ring ring ring, the school bell is ringing. Don’t be late! Open your textbook to page 208. Raise your hand. Try not to be ignorant, Or you’ll upset the tie-wearing tyrant. Scratch down those squiggly sentences—scribble-scrabble on the chalkboard, Never disobey your classroom lord.   Same old same old cookie-cutter information, Raise your hand—no way, no way—this ain’t for class participation. Aim a finger outside and say, “this may come as a total shocker but I left my textbook in my fuckin’ locker.” Make your point and use your street [Click Here To Read Article...]

Smack Talk

02/18/2018 // 9 Comments

1, 2, 3, here we go, Come up, step up, look down at me, Up against a wall. Nowhere to flee. Pop open your mouth like a switchblade—dull intimidation. Winning is my sharp justification.   Shut up, step back, listen to me, Turn around and walk— Or get bitch-slapped by my smack talk. Keep pressin’ and I’ll keep messin’, Your destiny is facedown on the sidewalk…outlined in dusty white chalk.   Listen up, sit down, I’ll show you how it’s done. Get inside your head—nowhere to run. This is all just a mind game. Some of us talk to have fun. You lost [Click Here To Read Article...]

Shaolin Kung Fu Master

12/10/2017 // 15 Comments

    Two fists of steel. Twirl with primal grace. Five knuckles bust your ugly face. Go ahead. Run. Retreat. Flee. I’ll unleash my fiery chi.   Sway like a crane. The answer is balanced denial. Swipe those fingered claws—counter with Tiger style. Bruises swollen and blue, feel the painful power of mystical Shaolin kung fu.   Forceful pressure stands no chance. Try standing 3 hours in horse stance. Learn to regret the fights you pick, or get knocked out by a flying butterfly kick.   Hide behind sharp steel. Laugh. I’ll still kick your ass with a simple [Click Here To Read Article...]