Burn fire. Breathe flak. Bask in the light. Seek comfort in shadows. Soldier on. Solidify the war cry. Impermanence is oblivious to your desires. You will be loved times ten either way. Kiss the moon. Suck on stars. Construct destruction. Dissect oblivion on a high wire. Pulse past the perfect rhythm. There is even more waiting in the galley. Take the wheel. The dream is real. Sanctify absolution. The turnstile spinneth. Tickets flutter in the wind. Grab your sacred hand. Lay five aces on the table. God and greed spill out your sleeve. Lick the chips. Salt and passion caress your lips. It’s the last defense. Only hallelujah waits beyond the gates.
Wise Words with Bruce Wise
It was a very cool surprise to happen across a poem from Bruce Wise (AKA Cause Bewilder) dedicated to me in this latest edition of Wise Words at oddball magazine…
At the Pyeongchang Olympics
by Dae Wi “Scrub” Lee
This winter two Koreas will march in together in
the Pyeongchang Olympics, walking as if they were one.
They will be marching under the Korean Uni-flag,
white background with blue silhouette of the peninsula.
The two Koreas plan to field an ice-hockey team;
it is an effort to thaw frosty-cold diplomacy.
Though ladies from the South Korean team aren’t happy, since
some will be dropped from off the team they thought they would be with.
Though Moon Jae-in thanked Trump for talks between the enemies,
not all agreed with adversary ex-pe-di-en-cy.
Dae Wi “Scrub” Lee is a poet of Korea.
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JFK Airport Arrest, January 15, 2018
by Lu “Reed ABCs” Wei
Ex-CIA case officer, one Jerry Chun Shing Lee,
who has been living in Hong Kong is now in custody.
Arrested when he came to JFK airport today;
he was…
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Serbian Translations
I’m thrilled that three of my poems were recently translated into Serbian and have now been published in the new print edition of 22 Baroha. Huge thank you to Danijela Trajkovic for including my work in her project. It’s an honor to appear in the company of so many great contemporary writers. Copies of the anthology are available here…
http://istokakademija.wixsite.com/istok/about
I woke up beaming today with a huge smile filling my face. There is so much to be thankful for in my life right now. Where my writing is concerned and, most importantly, on a personal level. The waves are rising on high. It’s what they call a joy ride. Sending out lots of laughter, love, and light. Selah
Poetry Reading
I had a great time reading at the Play Pen Open Mic held at Johnnie MacCracken’s Celtic Pub in Marietta, Georgia last evening. The four poems from my performance can be seen here on YouTube…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pae1ODgwTmg
I’ll be reading again at the Callanwolde Fine Arts Center in Atlanta, Georgia on January 11.
Interview in Our Poetry Archive
I was recently featured as writer of the month in an issue of Our Poetry Archive. My interview can be read here…
https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2017/12/scott-thomas-outlar.html
And my five poems are presented here…
https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2017/12/scott-thomas-outler.html
Vines
I’m looking forward to watching the NCAA National Championship game later this evening. Hopefully some loud howls of utter happiness will erupt throughout the contest. A few tears of joy being shed at the end wouldn’t be the worst thing ever either. The last time UGA won the title I was only a few months old. So my memories are quite vague. This game, however, will surely be remembered forever.
I’m happy that a poem of mine appears in the new debut issue of The Pangolin Review published out of Mauritius. My words appear alongside the work of several other writers that I admire. “Vines” can be read here…
https://thepangolinreview.wixsite.com/mypoetrysite/current-issue
Monkeys on Mute
Thank you to Ian Chung for publishing “Monkeys on Mute” recently at Eunoia Review…
Here is a poem with its eyes cut out,
bound in darkness,
blinded by ignorance,
branded with a mark on its forehead
that would make Cain
toss and turn in his grave
from disbelief.
Here is a chest with a hole in its center,
bled out from the empty cavity,
hollow in the bones,
ribs picked clean
and sold to the vultures
that lurk greedily
with lust dancing
through their wicked little thoughts
of carnage.
Here is a song that haunts my soul,
just released,
spun fifty times on repeat
to reflect Revelation
as silenced ghosts from the past
materialize on the scene anew,
weeping and wailing
along with the sounds of devastation
while they linger
to cast aspersions
on all of the love
that went so wrong.
Here is a tree cracking in its trunk,
swaying in the wind,
snapping as the storm
splinters its spine to shatter
rings…
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Undertow – Author Scott Thomas Outlar
Thank you to Raja Williams and CTU Publishing for posting this excerpt from Happy Hour Hallelujah recently…
Your love is like a wave sent from God,
crashing over me,
taking my breath away,
pulling me under
where the flames of my heart
can be quenched
in deep waters
that I’ve never
quite learned how to swim.
© Scott Thomas Outlar
Excerpt from the book
“Happy Hour Hallelujah”
About the Author
Scott Thomas Outlar resides in the suburbs outside of Atlanta, Georgia where he spends the hours flowing and fluxing with the ever-changing currents of the Tao River while laughing at and/or weeping over life’s existential nature. He hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, and interviews can be found. His poem “Poetic Points” was nominated for Best of the Net by The Mind[less] Muse in 2015. Since beginning to submit his work in 2014, he has had more than 800 poems appear in over 200 print and/or online venues, both in the…
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Poetry Reading in London, England
I had an amazing time in London, England last week. The trip was highlighted with a performance I was privileged to give at Matt Duggan’s book launch alongside he and Heath Brougher. My full reading from The Poetry Society event can be seen here on YouTube.
Extinction Is the Genesis of Evolution
Thank you to Ian Chung for publishing my poem “Extinction Is the Genesis of Evolution” recently at Eunoia Review…
Crossing the bridge from distortion into silence
creates the electric hum of a new awakening.
If art is an unfolding rhythm then life must be a song in motion.
There are certain comparisons that never seem
to pop up on any quizzes or SAT questions in class.
I will grade true love on a scale of forgiveness.
I will slide with a smile until slipping through the veil of illusions.
I will spit in the river and witness all ripples.
Burning a drag of smoke with no filter
enlivens the flesh of wet lungs to breathe fresh oxygen.
If the bond is stronger than blood then first kisses are a quickening.
Squirrels naturally seek after fallen nuts near the tree
as deeply the mind digs its roots in for winter.
I will promise you less until the future delivers.
I will dance on this spot as the soil grows richer.
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