At the beginning of the year I submitted a short story for publication in an anthology. It was accepted and is now available for purchase on Amazon.
I’m going to be submitting some poetry for the next anthology. This publication is being produced by a collective group of authors that you can connect with at AuthorWorld Connect. Submit your poetry or short stories for consideration in Book Two.
electrons sizzle and crackle in the spent out beds of my pockets dynamos of pottables decisions, decisions and nighttime when the moon is my friend i back my guitar into a softened kiss speaking, but not singing feeling all the while and outside on my street a quiet repeat Stephen Martin, 4/15/2021
The long man can not follow me
I’ve led him off the path.
He’s busy guiding fools
To humbly wear a mask
He’s using all his tools
Formulating tasks
But the long man can not follow me
I don’t rely on “facts”.
The long man’s lost my scent again
He had it for a while.
His tapestry had tempted me
So I marked it at the mile
He piped a tune I found quite nice
As I listened in the meadow
But the long man lost my scent again
When he picked up on my fellow.
The long man is a busy guy
He’s got a lot of cattle.
He laughs a lot and scoffs a lot
At all the mindless prattle
He’s busy sorting fools in groups
It is a constant battle
So the long man’s lost my scent again
He’ll wait for sheep to tattle
Yes, the long man’s lost my scent again
But he hears the faintest rattle.
Stephen Martin, 4/4/2021
Image by congerdesign from Pixabay
The end of all the chatter starts
With lines of daffodils.
And breaks upon a patterned step
Beneath the window sills.
The light of spring brings yellow bloom
To wake palatial spread.
The melancholy winter has been
Firmly laid to bed.
Bikes and things are dusted off
And taken into view.
Children with their wild mops
Are sprouting legs of blue.
Play time sings her song again
As the world awakes to cheer.
Eyes are popping at the seams
With every brightened spear.
Moms and dads remember when
They were small and new.
Boys and girls with apetites
Unfettered through and through.
Life is there for all to touch
And kiss the lips so cherry.
Each soul feels the stirring such
That each soul will be merry!
Stephen Martin, 3/2/2021
inside the seconds of our thought looms desire so heavy as this the only sprint to molten slop an agile tank of sorry sorry for this and sorry for that the last one never packed or tied in spot but left to dot the moon of me and you Stephen Martin, 4/1/2021
If I stop to wonder
at the light flowing cat
peeking corners
star stabbed with anticipation,
then I must refuse;
over powered by soft banes
cloistered in ineptitude.
Instead I will dream
candelabras of jellyfish
jars of delight
shining orange in the night
And you—
the cyclical killer of fun
can lambaste my jargon
ripping shreds
puncturing
miracles
making me weep my dreams
into pillows of smoke.
Stephen Martin, 3/31/2021
Great escape An ape to blame The same...the same Don’t sink the flame
To overlook The book...the book A manuscript of sip to sip And drip to drip That strips the grip Of blips and dips Of comicstrips and cripts with whips Of birthed ships That spit the shit And never quit
Or order up And fill your cup With coffied brine To top the shine Upon the line...upon the line
Don’t grieve The sieve Inside your sleeve Up end the bend In brains of red And look around...look around
The muffled gotcha Will soon be flotsam If belief forms decrees And puts them on their knees
But I don’t want that... I don’t want that.
Stephen Martin, 3/28/2021
I see a world where love reigns all,
It’s not too hard to see.
Everywhere my eyes are cast,
I find a new beauty.
Human nature is universal,
Hidden from ourselves.
In children we can see its print,
We see pure love in cast.
So is it lost?
I dare say no!
It’s just that we don’t see,
But heaven is inside us all,
If we will let it be.
Stephen Martin, 3/1/2021
As I watch you grow old and fail
On the precipice of death,
Your eyes so bright like a child of night
Your spirit making waves,
You talk of graves and longing thus
Restless but not afraid,
I feel your will with the words you thrust
As I sit with you for days
As I sit with you for days…
Stephen Martin, 3/1/2021
I joined some fellow creators in a project where we have daily prompts on Discord to spur a daily creative endeavor. Here’s a link to the server and what I created my first five days.
Untitled 1
The splashing sea
Within you and me
Hits the earth with such force
That a course is set
With no direction
But unimaginable
Results
8/18/2020
Untitled 2
The moon bakes my happy head
And the cheerleaders
Power through their chorus
I hear a bright voice inside the depth
And now I know why happiness exists
8/19
Untitled 3
A punchy little vacation
On the Happiness Express
Zooms in like merriment
Honking Beep Beep
The driver is a clown
Who’s been around
The world of threes
Creatively
Singing
Beep Beep
8/20
Untitled 4
Deep in the heart of blue
A song is strum
Echoing in the waves
Plunging into shadows
Where gigantic love
Calls endlessly
8/22
Instagram Video Post: Ditty for WeCreateNow on Discord Instagram Post
8/22
