Stanzaic Stylings

Something Sacred in Our Sadness If I write one more time about the sky and how it’s set to fall at any moment, how many chances will I have left when the rain finally does begin to pour? If I dance, alone, on a bridge in the middle of the woods, is that the same as on a stage somewhere, someday, somehow? All you ever needed was to bless us; all I want to do is laugh and smile; yet when we weep, please let it be in joy even though we know this sadness heals with love. They said this carpet knew how to fly when guided proper, but forgot to mention that the engine could sometimes stall; and what we’ve learned, passed down throughout the ages, is that the magic comes from our minds when we truly decide to soar. Bio: Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site  17Numa.wordpress.com  where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, and books can be fo...

Eye to Eye I have searched for Truth and found it lacking in this wicked world full of falsehoods as liars lead their brethren toward the edge of despair. I have searched for Peace amongst the many tribes across all lands where nature remains pure even as manufactured wars are brought to a crescendo of madness and chaotic turbulence. I have searched for Empathy with empty palms while sand drains through the clenched fists of would-be conquerors who use faked compassion as a means to distort consciousness. I have searched for Love and finally learned the lesson that such an emotion must first be discovered within one’s own soul before it can ever be realized in the eyes of another who values their self on the same level. Bio: Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site  17Numa.wordpress.com  where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, and books can be found. His work was nominated for three ...