The Gray, Brutal Desperation

the price of wet socks
by Keith Landrum

when mother nature is depressed
she cries for a week
but some say it’s god
taking a piss
on all of his sinners

and really
either explanation
seems reasonable

because there is
a gray area
void
of color
or warmth
a place without
smiles

and that’s where I’ve been
standing
on the front porch
under leaking gutters
watching the gray
float from the end
of a desperate cigarette

as the weatherman
defends his honor
with science
declaring
all of this rain
all of this gray
all of my blues
nothing
but a simple
brutal wind
designed
to
burn
the
hearts
of
man

—–

Keith Landrum paints, works, draws, writes, and drinks in Chattanooga, TN. His work can be found in various print and online small press publications.

Best of The Net Nominees (Special Post)

We at Walking Is Still Honest Press would like to give a special shout-out to the following poets, each of which – with their poems – have been nominated for Best of The Net. (Please note: These are in no particular order. For us, each of you are already winners. Thank you for publishing with us.)

Clifford BrooksA Song for Washington Fog:
The Luxury of Spring Fog

Darius StewartCracking Lobster:
The Language of Lingering and Lobster

Lynn HoustonThe “Just” in “Just Friends” is Misleading (For J.)
Valuing The Mortal Moon

Ryan HardgroveGive In, and Join The Crowd!
Shards of Flat Scribbles

Cheryl A. Rice Tucking Your Shirt
The Incline of Life on The 6th Floor

Curtis Whitecarroll Lascivious Grace
Soul’s Tainted Security

Poet Interview #3: Keith Landrum

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? At what age did you start writing? Have you always written poetry? Who/what first inspired you to start writing? Who are your favorite poets?

I am 41 years old, so I found writing pretty late in life. I used to try to write poetry when I was in my early twenties, but it was all horrible. I would write show reviews and essays in high school, but it never occurred to me to show anyone other than a few friends or the teachers giving me the assignment. Then I stopped writing for many years.

Once my youngest daughter was born, I was home a lot and needed a creative outlet, so I started writing again. At first, I wrote just for me. I didn’t start writing poetry again until about 8 or 9 years ago. Mainly because I was afraid of it, but the more I wrote, the more courageous I became. I don’t really have any favorite poets, but John Dorsey, Natasha Head, and Felino A. Soriano are poets who come to mind when I think of poets who’s work has affected me.

How do you first start writing a poem? Does it come to you out of the blue, or do you have a set time where you meet with your Muse each day and let the words just … come? Has your idea of what poetry is changed since you began writing poetry?

I usually start with an idea that I’ve written on a random piece of paper in my pocket, or just with whatever is troubling me at the time. Lucky for me, I’m always troubled. My muse is generous, but she saves up all of her words and then pours them on me all at once out of a large dump truck. She leaves it up to me to put them all together in a way that expresses something meaningful before all the words grow legs and run away from me. For that reason, I don’t write every day or even every week.

My idea of what poetry is has changed completely since I started writing. It probably has to do with the people I mentioned above and also because of my friend, Stephanie D. Rogers. She serves as my mentor and editor and big sister. She’s a wonderful poet and writer among other things, but she helped me see things I previously never saw in the written word.

Are you on Facebook or Twitter or any other social media? Does that fit into your writing life, and if so, how?

I’m on Facebook mostly. I’m on other social media, but only casually. Facebook is where I’ve had the most success being seen and seeing others. I used to publish a zine many years ago called Every Reason and I promoted it through Facebook. Every Reason was all submission based art and literature, and because of that I met so many talented, creative people that I still keep in contact with today. Many of them have become very influential and supportive in all of my creative endeavors. I would like to think I have done the same for them. I certainly try to.

Do you have a writing group or community of writers you share your work with? Who are they? What are you reading right now?

I don’t have a writing group or any community that I participate in. I’ve been to local poetry readings a few times, but I am an extreme introvert and my social anxiety is also problematic. I’ve never read my poetry in public for that reason. I used to participate in online groups when I first started writing again. It helped me find my voice and I got to read a lot of good and bad writing.

Right now I’m reading a book of poetry written by Christian Lawrence Alvarez called Dusty Hell Hounds On My Tail. This book was written in one evening.

What words of encouragement can you offer other poets who are trying to get their work noticed?

Ignore all of the politics associated with large and small presses and just write. Write honestly. Write without fear. Find publishers you are a good fit for. If journal A rejects your work, send your work to journal B. Keep writing. Don’t compare your work to the work of others. Make friends with people who do what you do and learn from them. Keep an open mind, an open heart, and a thick skin. Criticism and praise go hand in hand. There are no rules. Don’t let anyone tell you that there are. Keep writing!

The Brush of What Was

Girl With a Hairbrush
by Elaine Walton

Walking down the hallway,
I pass by your room and see
a mark on the wall
that damn mark on the wall
where you threw a hairbrush
in a fit of anger.
my hand reaches out
for it for you
and i close my eyes as if
blocking out everything
but this right now
will turn back time
and you will be here again
poised and ready to throw it again
if only it would make me hear you.
As I touch the wall, tears try to tell the truth
and i open my eyes to see
who you are who you were
who you will always be
in the dirty clothes on the bed
shoes on the floor
books stacked on the desk
pocket change on the night stand
windows unlatched but curtains drawn
i know what your room used to hold
sadness tears disrespect anger resentment
and thoughts of you
race through my mind
just like you do every waking moment.
i think of all the things you won’t do ever again
laugh cry graduate run drive sneeze smile breathe
my knees give way
the floodgates burst open
tears flow in silent testimony
to all that you were
and all that you’ll never be
and now that you’re gone
i vowed to keep my eyes full
of everything we had the chance to do
and not on things we’ll never do
so i embrace everything you are
dirty clothes on the bed
shoes on the floor
books stacked on the desk
pocket change on night stand
windows unlatched but curtains drawn
because the mark on the wall
that eternal mark on the wall
is proof that you were and always will be
my sweet angry loving spiteful beautiful child
with a hairbrush.

—–

Elaine D. Walton was born in Birmingham, Alabama in 1970. She writes poetry about about all aspects of the human condition. Elaine graduated magna cum laude from The University of Texas at Arlington in 2002 with a B.F.A. in Painting and lives in New Jersey with her dog, Majik.

Poet Interview #1: Elaine Walton

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? At what age did you start writing? Have you always written poetry? Who/what first inspired you to start writing? Who are your favorite poets?

My name is Elaine Walton. I started writing poetry when I was in elementary school thanks my teacher, Mrs. Gleason, who introduced our class to Shel Silverstein’s book, “Where the Sidewalk Ends.” His work, along with those of Dr. Seuss, ee cummings, Ernest Hemingway, Robert Frost, Maya Angelou, and Emily Dickinson instilled in me a life-long appreciation of poetry and reading in general. I’ve been in love with story-telling in all of its forms—be it written, spoken, visual—ever since.

How do you first start writing a poem? Does it come to you out of the blue, or do you have a set time where you meet with your Muse each day and let the words just … come?

Inspiration for a poem comes from a germ of an idea, event, concept, or experience I encounter, which then percolates in my brain. When I have it completely worked out then I just sit down and write it out. I test every poem by reading it aloud then tweak it according to how it sounds to my ear, then days or weeks later I’ll go back and read it “fresh” to make sure I’m happy with it.

Has your idea of what poetry is changed since you began writing poetry?

My concept of poetry has remained the same over time. I still think of poetry as a means of expression using words arranged in a way that’s unusual. The only thing that’s changed over time is me and my expanding repertoire of life experiences. I write to express an emotion, observation, and/or idea from a unique perspective based on my personal experiences so from that perspective my work has universal appeal, while the poetic form changes based on the subject matter/concept of the poem.

Are you on Facebook or Twitter or any other social media? Does that fit into your writing life, and if so, how?

The Internet and social media has certainly changed the way I work and present ideas. I have several Facebook pages, one Twitter account, and I’m on LinkedIn, but I’m not ‘on’ every day. I view these things as tools to be used to share, promote, and market myself as a brand—and not as a way of living or a lifestyle.

Do you have a writing group or community of writers you share your work with? Who are they?

Since moving from Alabama to New Jersey over 2 years ago, I’ve enjoyed being part of both on-line and in-person writer’s groups. I subscribe to a bunch of newsletters, journals and feeds, but I especially like 92Y, Writer’s Digest, and Poetry Society of America. I attend the Somerset Poetry Group at the library in Bridgewater, NJ and other local events as often as possible. While the Internet and social media gives everyone a voice and provides an audience willing to listen, I still believe the best way to establish and nurture a relationship is through physical and social interaction. Yes, I can enjoy the experience of hearing an author read their work on-line, but I can’t look them in the eye and shake their hand afterward as I say, “thank you.”

What are you reading right now?

Right now, I’m reading 3 books: “Techno Matter: The Materials Behind the Marvels” by Fred Bortz; “Craft Activism: People, Ideas, and Projects from the New Community of Handmade” by Joan Tapper; and “Safe Haven” by Nicholas Sparks.

What words of encouragement can you offer other poets who are trying to get their work noticed?

Advice I’d give to any aspiring poet/writer: Educate yourself; Read the classics to learn style, technique, and craft; Write about what you know and are passionate about; and be fearless and persistent in pursuit of your goals.