Awards In The News Poetry

The Times They Are a-Changin’

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no telling who that it’s naming
For the loser now will be later to win
Cause the times they are a-changing

New poetic expressions within the great American song tradition were created by these hands.

Bob Dylan, the poet laureate of the rock era, has been rewarded with the Nobel Prize in Literature, an honor that elevates him into the company of T. S. Eliot, Gabriel García Márquez, Toni Morrison and Samuel Beckett.


Bob Dylan is the first musician to win the award, and his selection on Thursday is perhaps the most radical choice in a history stretching back to 1901. In choosing a popular musician for the literary world’s highest honor, the Swedish Academy, which awards the prize, dramatically redefined the boundaries of literature, setting off a debate about whether song lyrics have the same artistic value as poetry or novels.

“Dylan has the status of an icon. His influence on contemporary music is profound, and he is the object of a steady stream of secondary literature.”

Literary scholars have long debated whether Mr. Dylan’s lyrics can stand on their own as poetry, and an astonishing volume of academic work has been devoted to parsing his music. The Oxford Book of American Poetry included his song “Desolation Row,” in its 2006 edition, and Cambridge University Press released “The Cambridge Companion to Bob Dylan” in 2009, further cementing his reputation as a brilliant literary stylist.

This tweet wraps up everything I love about the internet!
This tweet wraps up everything I love about the internet!



Katharine Isabelle’s ‘American Mary’ is Poetic!


Horror Podcasts Poetry


I have been listening to the Surreal Grotesque podcast for a while now. I started because Daniel Gonzales read one of Grizz’s stories, The last man on Earth sat in a room, from their Apocolypse issue. (Listen to that episode HERE).
I really fell in love with Daniel’s reading voice, and started listening to the SG podcasts when I would lay down for the night.

I started listening even more after I submitted my very first short story to be considered for their Phobias edition, (rejected), and they started having more guest speakers on the shows. It was during Episode 15 that I heard Brittany Warren read a few of her pieces that were published in the previous issue.
Poet and weaver of words, Brittany Warren, writes some of the most beautiful dark poetry that I have ever read. Her first poetry collection, Beasts and Burdens, is available exclusively on Barnes & Noble. As soon as I heard her recite some of her work, I came directly to WordPress to find her blog BONES OF BRITTANY.

With so many excellent pieces to choose from, it is so hard to pick a favorite, but, I am going to say that Alice’s Lips and Lullabies is in my top three.

Singing in the sanity ward,
where rabbits burrow beneath skin–
enriching tickle,
itching tickle–
Alice stares at the wall.

Her lips, once enriched by
the Hatter,
grow concave by crevisso–
moist yet dry contradiction.

Queens eat the crackers,
quickest route to hunger improvised
by throats and diction.

Spades capture hearts,
mimicking and licking ventricles
of Bathory blood and whispers.

Lullabies crawl in crescendos
of silk,
cream notes spoiled by the dark…

Find Brittany on Facebook
Follow her blog Bones Of Brittany
Listen to her on the SG Podcast

Caveman Poems Original Poetry

CAVEMAN Poems – Bring The Hammer Down

Tim has given me permission to share more of his wonderful & dark poetry here.
Today is his latest, written just yesterday.
I am absolutely in love with this.
Please, share your feelings in the comments for Tim.
I’ll make sure he sees them all!



Five to one odds torments game soon begins.
Wager of life only last survivor wins.
Hardened stainless steel polished to a sheen.
Superior craftsmanship perfect killing machine.
The Swan Songs rancid stench does linger.
Single hollow point Grim Reaper’s cold finger.
Barrels business end, firmly aside the head.
Successful click an empty chamber is fed.
Four to two stakes usher the next round.
Heavier cylinder creates a mind numbing sound.
Squeezing dooms trigger in line with the temple.
Tempting mortality never seemed so simple.
Fifty, fifty chance in the hands of fate.
Hammer crashing decent now far too late.
Mushroomed slug forces crimson debris into space.
Life’s candle flickers out eclipse of darkness takes its place.


CAVEMAN Poems – World’s End

Tim M. Wood writes some wonderfully dark poetry, and I have his permission to share some of the poems with you!
All feedback is appreciated, and will be passed along to Tim. Leave a note here, in the comments, or you can stalk him via his Facebook wall.

CAVEMAN Poems { World’s End }

Darkness blankets all it surrounds.
Killing light softly producing no sounds.
Nightmarish shadows lurks Evil’s best friend.
Legions so mighty no chance to defend.
Dekays ugly stench floats on the breeze.
Brings mere mortals down to the knees.
People of faith reach to the skies.
Waiting response, mercy pleading cries.
Earth’s magnetic poles savagely torn asunder.
Frigid icy grasp pulling all under.
Unearthly demonic creatures void of faces.
With a single blow annihilate entire races. Complete genocide fulfills fiendish lust. Spinning Little Rock crumbles to dust.