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Update on BoySlut

Posted: May 31, 2014 in Fiction, Flash, Haiku, Poetry, Prose, Stuff

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Beginning with “Yellow Daffodils” to “The Great Poets” and nearing the end to “Be Kind. Rewind.”, west coast poet, Mike Meraz has left yet another beautiful and breathless dent in my heart.

Since his last collection of poems from “Writhing & Alive” comes a whole new collection of observational poetry delivering more delicious punch than ever before, accompanied by a remarkable illustration.

“WATCHING IT BURN” houses forty-one modestly written undersized poems ranging from self-absorption to self-awareness to self-appreciation thus allowing readers to understand that poets don’t necessarily have to write in the traditional poetic sense first in order to make a proclamation nor that it has to be lengthy, second. And that writing everyday specifics and anecdotes, and lastly transforming them into great pieces of literary free verse art can be just as purposeful and fulfilling as in Mike Meraz’s latest chapbook.

Right from the start, Mike Meraz’s poetry not only pulls the reader in, his poems keep the reader there, keep’s the reader turning the pages right up until the end. A sure delight and an awe inspiring read, “Watching It Burn” lives up to exactly what it means.

-Devlin De La Chapa
Editor of BoySlut


Obviously

 

The woman pulled a dollar bill from within the front pocket of her jeans obviously a size to small her gut hung out it jiggled as she attempted to wiggle the dollar bill rolled amidst other dollar bills causing the crease between her eyes to crease deeper beads of sweat began to cascade over her right brow the customers behind her were getting antsy the bald headed man resembling Dennis Hopper mumbled in disparity to the womans inability to pull the dollar bill because it was obvious her jeans were to tight it was obvious he had somewhere important to go because he kept looking at his watch time was passing ticking flying damn it jesus god the toddler behind the impulsive bald man kept running his hands over the candy rack grabbing candy throwing candy crying up at his mother who kept slapping his hand away saying no no no between pursed lips the couple obviously boyfriend girlfriend where one could easily presume fought earlier with one another because of their edgy affection toward one another the girlfriend mumbling stop it shut up go away to the boyfriend who grows fed up walks away to stand up front near the register where the woman eventually pulls the dollar bill hands it to the clerk who stiffens a nod rings up her item hands her the change the bag with one item the woman smiles walks away walks passed the boyfriend who cant help but to look at her derriere its about damn time! the bald headed Dennis Hopper resembling man says to the cashier who throws up her hands and says going on break!