What’s the connection between collaborative published poetry and (the purpose of this blog) not stepping in shit??? I believe creative writing makes us pause between lines. Poetry invokes rhythm, haikus consist of 17 syllables. In the “in betweens” of what “NOT” to do, I won’t be mapping out next steps for anyone. Particularly since I can’t dance. I will, however, play a little, and poetry is how I play. Check out “The Skeptic’s Kaddish” if this way of creating and connecting means something to you.
Poetry Partners #27
âSkin in the Gameâ by Audrey Duff of âStopping Schadenfreudeâ
It's the horses' sweaty skin
that Derby owners claim.
Warren Buffetâs first deal,
not much skin in that game.
Pigs werenât so lucky in games,
Their bladders stretched and stuffed,
tossed and bound,
for four quarters and a hundred yards.
Thatâs what happens if youâre smart.
Skin is just money with nerves.
He says I donât have any.
I say I know Iâve got skin
Because Iâve got scars.
But heâs right about my nerve.
- Audrey Duff: https://stopnow.blog/
A poem by ben Alexander of âThe Skepticâs Kaddishâ
It's the horse's rigid bones our children use in art projects. The image sticks like a bone in my throat. We get processed at bone factories; lame stallions meet their ends at the knacker's. Benjamin the donkey didn't horse around when his best friend was sold off for a caseâŠ
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