The Smoky Poet

The Pitmaster, Poet & Storyteller

day 13


Day 13: NaPoWriMo – Revenge

By on April 22, 2016

I have never quite understood the phrase “Revenge is a dish best served cold,” as the warmth of blood provides the happiness of a silent steak dinner after he’s bludgeoned by a mallet. [button font_size=”20″ color=”#1e2cc6″ text_color=”#ffffff” icon=”arrow-circle-o-right” url=”” width=”” target=”_self”]Read: Modern Day Lines for Fortune Cookies[/button] This poem was the Day 13 prompt from for […]

Let’s Play

By on April 13, 2015

Get outside and play. Play like we did as children. A fleeting moment.

The Product Poet


By on April 13, 2014

A destroyer of eagle's hunger from my slumber I awake, staring at eye-candy from the valley-trout. Loki, my father, fed me the bait-gallows, to "feed the eagle" starve the PC. I am Gunnr's horse, a lone wolf riding Ægir's daughters. My wolf's-joints pain within from swallowing Ædam's-poison. Day 13: NaPoWriMo Prompt: Kennings List of Kennings...

Blindness from Within

Blindness From Within

By on April 13, 2013

When you close your eyes, tell me what you hear... imagine a time, with vision unclear. No faces to see, nor a car to drive... ...always needing help, while others deprive. Going for long walks, you can't see the flowers... stop to smell them, with new found powers. So many new sounds, you have discovered... ...subtle nuances, of birds that hovered....