Happy Hour Hallelujah…New Interview…War Stories

Each and Every Breath
 
Every breath
is pure bliss –
an inhalation
of cosmic debris
sent from the source
to coat the lungs
with vibrations of light.
 
Every new dawn
is a miracle –
sunburnt radiation
pulsing from the sky
to singe the flesh
with encoded DNA
from ethereal realms.
 
Every touch
is electric –
skin kissed
by God’s presence
in a holy union
of enlightenment
accelerated through the soul.
 
Every whisper
is a song –
celestial sirens
humming the frequency
of heaven’s tune
with fiery chorus
from the lips of angels.

“Each and Every Breath” is a piece that was originally published in the November 2015 issue of Indiana Voice Journal. It made the shortlist for their Pushcart Prize nominations, but didn’t quite make the final cut. These things happen. It is also included in my forthcoming full-length poetry collection “Happy Hour Hallelujah” which is set to be released later this year.
 
I’m thrilled to announce that I signed the contract with Creative Talents Unleashed a few days ago to get the ball rolling on this project. The poetry collection originally started off as a chapbook that placed as a semifinalist in one contest, and then caught the eye of Raja Williams in another contest at CTU. Raja requested that I expand the chapbook into a full-length work and send it back for further consideration. I did just such a thing, and, thankfully, it was warmly accepted for publication. The next step is to find the perfect cover. I fully trust in the Tao process. In fact, I have an image in my mind’s eye…floating down a river…staring at the rising sun…
 
I was asked by Geosi Gyasi back in September of last year to give an interview for his site Geosi Reads where he has been regularly publishing his conversations with writers since 2010. I was never given a set date back at that time on when the interview would be released, so I just filed it away upstairs and went about my daily business the same as I always do, assuming that it would eventually be published….and now it has because yesterday it was. Geosi and I discussed my first chapbook “A Black Wave Cometh” which was published by Dink Press in April of 2015. The book was available in a digital version on Etsy up until recently, and should soon be available again by ordering directly at the publisher’s site. There were originally plans to do a limited print run which is part of the reason I decided to go with Dink Press to begin with. Hopefully such plans are also soon to bear fruition. But I digress. The interview with Geosi also covers my latest chapbook “Songs of a Dissident” which was released last month through Transcendent Zero Press. There is no uncertainty about the status of this book. It is brutal, it is raw, it is a carrion call for evolution, and it is available at this very moment via Amazon. We discuss a number of other topics as well, including my writing process, my literary influences, and what my aspirations are as a poet. Just read the tagline at the top of this site to figure out the answer to that last question. I’ve never been shy when it comes to spouting off about the Renaissance. Please visit Geosi’s site and check out the interview by following this link.
 
OK. What next? January has basically been a continuation of last year. I write. I type. I edit. I send out submissions. I correspond with editors. I make plans with friends. I network. I put together new books. I promote venues I believe in. I strengthen connections with allies. I weed out enemies. I move, one step at a time, toward the ultimate goal.
 
33 of my poems have appeared in 17 different publications thus far this month. All the links can be found by clicking on the Poems tab here at 17Numa, but these are a few of the most recent:
 
Sunshine Song – Whispers
Satiating Urges – Inwod Indiana
Kingdom of Chaos – Dissident Voice
Light Switch – High Coupe
 
I say often that I love to connect with new people. Why do I say such a thing? Because it’s true. Feel free to hit me up on Facebook and Twitter. We’ll have a blast…I promise.
 
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar

Dancing Where My Plot Will Lie

Cheers and thank you to Ian Chung for including my poem “Dancing Where My Plot Will Lie” at his great site Eunoia Review recently…

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Sunshine and cigarette smoke
amalgamate
a new wave algorithm
that sums up the random equation
of divided light that pulses
through my bloody lungs

Each puff from the source
counterbalances the wellspring of life
with a dancing shutter step
toward the eventual yawning grave

I won’t hesitate
in the violent moves made
against this flesh and bone
because ash to ash
is the condition that my sights
have been set on all along
and I came here
to roam across this firmament
not only to stay warm
but to have a little fun
and get my kicks
while playing out the process

Nicotine is a laser bullet
howling through the lit up sky
to dangle as the ripest fruit
that kisses the apple of my blackened eye
and so I won’t cry
nor shed a sad lament
when the dust to dust
does what it must
while singing the last…

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Signing Off

I’ve come to the conclusion
that the front porch
only offers
a couple hundred poems
worth of inspiration
before it’s time to move on
to a different location
for a fresh dose
of creative explosion
through every synapses
 
I wouldn’t complain
except for the fact
that I happen to be
sitting in such a spot
right now with this pen
bleeding out on the page
so I guess I’ll have to squeeze
one more ounce of ink
before the well runs dry
 
One more line to go
One more word to vomit
One more last goodbye
One more death to suffer
One more war to rage
One more kiss of cancer
One more salute to the sun
One more puff on the cigarette
One more laugh at the absurdity of it all
One more deep breath of fresh air
One more chance to say I love you
One more step toward somewhere new…

It’s all fairly damn simple as far as I’m concerned.
 
Love that which is Good with a violent passion, and hate that which is Evil with an equal fervor.
 
To my family and friends:
I am loyalty incarnate.
 
To my enemies:
You will rue the day God placed you upon my path.
 
That is not a threat. I’m not playing Mr. Tough Guy. I can tell who’s who and what’s what…that’s why almost all of us get along oh so well. We’re on the level, baby. Thank God, Almighty…there’s a Happy Hour Hallelujah on the rise…
 
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar
 
P.S.
 
I said it was simple, but then I went heavy. It happens. Here’s something low key and straight forward: I love to connect with new people, so feel free to hit me up on Facebook and Twitter. hello, hello, hello, hello…and, oh, I also started a page here yesterday.

New Year’s Eve 2015

One day left
to bolster stats
in what has been
so far
the high point
of my
publishing efforts
 
One day now
to capture truth
from webs of silk
laced skin
the deep sigh
of her
Hollywood daydreams
 
One midnight kiss
goodbye
 
One dance that lasts
forever
…
or at least
one more
spin
around the sun

Stoked to have had work released in four publications so far this week. My Sunday piece at Dissident Voice; a poem at Horror Sleaze Trash written last December which is shot through with absolute belligerence; a poem at Little Eagle’s RE / VERSE which previously appeared at DV, Wilderness House Literary Review, and The Peregrine Muse; and a poem at Mad Swirl which can be found, along with the others, by checking out the links below…

The Tab – Mad Swirl

Elusive – Little Eagle’s RE / VERSE

Last Dance – Horror Sleaze Trash

A Cross of Brokenness and Suffering – Dissident Voice


Sometimes we make things much more difficult than they need to be when really it is all so simple.
 
Eat, drink, and be merry, sure…but also work until exhaustion.
 
I can see the future now…dancing the night away…drifting off to dream…and waking to catch the vision…
 
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar

Movable Object

Courage is being able to face the truth
even while knowing it will destroy you
 
Strength is being able to take the next step
and create anew

Six of my poems appeared this past week in four publications. Links to the work can be found here:

From Whence It Came – Mused: BellaOnline Literary Review

Inheriting the Earth – Mused: BellaOnline Literary Review

Open for Business – Mused: BellaOnline Literary Review

Salve – Leaves of Ink

The Camel’s Back – Straight Forward Poetry

Big League Entrance (Huuuuuge) – Dissident Voice


In no way, manner, shape, size, or form am I taking a dive or phoning in this post here at 17Numa. I’m just conserving energy for the year-end extravaganza coming up soon.
 
I will say this:
“Songs of a Dissident” is available now on Amazon.
 
Also:
A vision which is acted upon appears 20/20 in hindsight from the catbird seat. Or so we’ll see…hopefully…probably…fuck the formalities…let’s just make it happen…
 
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar

Truth – Scott Thomas Outlar

Many thanks to Raja Williams for featuring my poem “Truth” at Creative Talents Unleashed recently…

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Truth is an underbelly
that not many people
ever want to look at.
It sounds good in the abstract –
people always seem to clamor for it,
to demand that they be given it
from those on high.
But when the rubber meets the road,
that is to say,
when the shit hits the fan,
there just aren’t a whole lot
of people brave enough, willing enough, or
intelligent enough, to face it, to
deal with it in all its Awesomeness.
The truth hurts, and that’s the truth.
Most people would rather have
the little white lie
that helps them fall asleep at night,
telling them everything is alright,
rather than acknowledge the truth
of the matter, which is that
everything is not alright.
War is the truth.
Famine is the truth.
Poverty is the truth.
Death is the truth.
But people want to live forever,
so they hide from…

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Christmas 2015

I don’t know if I’m cut out
to be a poet any longer
because I don’t know
if I have the heart to care
 
A basic apathy
can ruin empathy
and then I’ll write
just about anything
to get a rise
or burn a hole
to the pyre’s core
 
I’ll do
just about
any damned thing
to catch the light
from the sun
when it starts to scream
at the height
of its Solstice

For the record, the first stanza is written in jest, but the second and third are fairly accurate.
 
Merry Christmas. Happy holidays. I wish the best for everyone that is putting effort toward doing good things in this world. For everyone else, I still wish them well, but not in an overly successful manner that might cause them to interfere with what the good people are doing. That’s about as diplomatic as I can be when it comes to war.
 
Cheers to a lit 2016 that keeps adding fuel to the fire…
 
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar

Blue Light Special

Oxygen slashed
by six percent
 
it’s the deal
of the week
 
Lung collapsed
to increase pressure
 
failing body
shutting down
 
Momentum snuffed
at the gate
 
gun fires
legs give out
 
Carry the torch
to the grave
 
burning worms
in the fade away

Sometimes I sit down on the front porch in the middle of the night and remember fondly how consciousness is simply pure energy…and there is more to life’s experience than any ragtag bag of bones can decipher. The game, nonetheless, remains fun to play…
 
 
I’ve had work come out in the past couple of days at The Peregrine Muse, The Kitchen Poet, and The Poet Community. Links to these pieces along with others that have been published in December are listed on the Poems page here at 17Numa.
 
My chapbook “Songs of a Dissident” was released at the beginning of this month by Transcendent Zero Press and is available now on Amazon. It’s a brutal damn thing, I confess…full of fire and toxic chaos…but also ecstasy toward evolution. Thank you to everyone who has picked up a copy so far, and cheers to anyone who decides to order one now.
 
Here’s to a strong (healthy/happy) finish in 2015 for all those who are reading this, creating momentum toward the manifestation of whatever resolutions you’re willing to work toward in the New Year…
 
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar

Pulpit

There are some people who preach love
but the message is hollow
because they do not first love themselves
 
There are others who preach love
and it is genuine
but they are naïve
and so it does not spread
 
I guess the point is:
If you want to change the world
shut up with all the preaching
and just start living it

Thank you to E.s. Wynn at Leaves of Ink for publishing my poem “Succumb” a few days ago.
 
Thank you to Raja Williams at Creative Talents Unleashed for accepting a poem recently to be featured at her site this coming Saturday.
 
I want to mention again how appreciative I am to Angie Tibbs at Dissident Voice for all her continued support, and for conducting this recent interview with me about “Songs of a Dissident” (which is now available on Amazon).
 
Thank you to everyone who stops by 17Numa to check things out…as I’m writing this post the number of page views needed to reach the 10,000 mark is less than 30. I began this site in the final week of January…so that’s a pretty cool round number to hit within the first year. I promise to keep moving forward, working to improve, and doing my level best to remain balanced in the middle of the road…
 
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar

Waste Not, Want Not

Every step is a death march
to the black grave
where the worms wait
to kiss my tongue
in romantic interludes
 
Every gesture is a wasted effort
for the righteous flesh
which has no soul
sold out on Sunday
when the choir commences weeping
 
Every prayer is a spitfire
from the toxic lips
spiked with venom’s piss
to quench a state of apathy
while the angels do a dance of decimation

Yes, I do grow tired. Sometimes weary. No, it doesn’t matter. I’m never going to stop.
 
My journey in publishing poetry began last year at Dissident Voice when Angie Tibbs accepted “Three Part Harmony” to appear on the social justice newsletter’s poetry page. I’ve been publishing a piece there each week ever since that time. To go along with the recent release of my new chapbook “Songs of a Dissident” Angie was kind enough to ask me a few questions in an interview that is out now. Anyone interested in reading more about the chapbook and how the project came about can do so here:
 
 
Hell, this week’s poem at DV “The Coming Cull (Engineered Chaos)” will be out in a matter of hours at this point. I’m in one hell of a foul mood right now. Honestly, it very rarely happens at this point in my life so I thought I’d try to capture a bit of the angst with the poem and post you’re currently treading through. Things have actually been going really well lately. I just refuse to hide from negative emotions, so here they are vomited forth. Lovely, eh? The bottom line is this: I’m never going to be satisfied. That’s what keeps me going. The existential tug toward that which can never truly be obtained. So it goes…
 
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar