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Posted by Cutter on February 17, 2018 at 2:40 PM Comments comments (0)

I see you, dressed only in paint, beads,

herbs hanging like offerings, woven into your curls,

jewelry sculpted of bones and stones,

no metal to disrupt your lightning,

I see you naked yet wrapped in power,

dressed in storms of light,

of shadow…


In my dream (I was not sleeping…)

I saw you wreathed in pink smoke, it flowed around you,

in a serpentine river, like sunset clouds,

just catching fire with evening,

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Posted by Cutter on August 12, 2017 at 1:00 AM Comments comments (0)

Drifting through the spaces between,

I travel by alleyways, game trails, train tracks

through overgrown valleys, dripping in grape vines,

barking dogs, the relentless hum of human life

mere yards away.


My skull, is a bone jar filled with madness,

roaring ghosts, quiet poems, restless tongues.

my dreams have dragged themselves into the world,

making my visage ripple, shift, glimmering,

as it absorbs the light.


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I Will Walk on the Earth

Posted by Cutter on July 23, 2016 at 2:15 PM Comments comments (1)

I will walk on the Earth,

my shoes left somewhere far behind me,

toes curled in the grass, sand, dirt,

cool in clear waters, caked in mud,

marked by the miles passed,

I will walk on the Earth,

unfettered by strangling convention,

unbound and laughing

with the wind…


I will pass by the fences,

through gates, barred doors, over borders,

marked with signs, sigils, warnings,

climbing walls that interrupt the...

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Second Sight

Posted by Cutter on March 31, 2015 at 2:45 PM Comments comments (3)

Shattered portals bridge the gaps,

between these warm rooms, this sacred place

and a thousand tiny holocausts, bitter garnet rage,

coiling in on themselves like burning serpents,

their agony fueled by sorrows, grown dry,

brittle with self-realization, awareness that

their hatreds are ugly, degenerate things,

but unwilling to change,

for their loathing, is all they are.


My fingers dance the keyboard,

in the still morning...

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Vandal ~ For the Bossman's birthday

Posted by Cutter on March 30, 2013 at 11:45 AM Comments comments (0)

The words on the wall were ten feet tall

looming with the spirit of gods,

winged devils, warring seraphim,

still wet like the evidence of murder,

droplets sliding down into the dust and detritus,

the blood of poetry, the verses not so much painted

but cut through the skin of our reality,

marking gateways through which to summon

monsters to martyr us all.


I found him on the docks, near the tugboats,

drunk on ink mixed wit...

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Famous Poet Friday ~ James Weldon Johnson

Posted by Cutter on March 8, 2013 at 8:30 PM Comments comments (4)

Greetings my friends! Welcome to another edition of Famous Poet Friday! This week we are going to explore another great American master poet that I love the work of, James Weldon Johnson. I want to apologize for not posting last week as I was feeling a little emotionally down but that is not excuse as I have made a commitment to do this and so here I am. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.


Early Years

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Famous Poet Friday ~ Natasha Trethewey

Posted by Cutter on February 22, 2013 at 9:40 AM Comments comments (5)

Greetings fellow word junkies and welcome to Famous Poet Friday! I am your host Cutter and this week we are answering a request. New Orleans own guitar gunslinger and word beast Dwayne St. Romain requested this week's poet and since D is my brother, how could I say no, n'est pas?


In all honesty I was surprized that I had not already done this poet because she is definately a favori...

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Famous Poet Friday ~ Arthur Rimbaud

Posted by Cutter on February 15, 2013 at 2:25 PM Comments comments (6)

Welcome once again to Cutter's famous poet friday and this week we are going to go traipsing into the dark. Arthur Rimbaud was a gigantic influence on me and so many of my heroes, but it is his work, so beautiful in English but even more so in his native french, that makes the man so powerful. His vision was colored by the occult, drugs, perversions, self loathing and powerful lust, it resonantes even still with a type of magic seldom matched in contemporary poetry. Excuse the long biography ...

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Famous Poet Friday ~ Howard Nemerov

Posted by Cutter on February 7, 2013 at 11:20 PM Comments comments (9)

Welcome once again to Cutter's Famous Poet Friday! This week I bring you the poetry of one of America's former poet laureates and an early influence on me, Howard Nemerov. When I was a young teenager, my parents and I on a trip to Skyline Drive in Virginia stopped at the Royal Oak Bookshop and I found a used copy of Nemerov's The Blue Swallows. I was put off at first by the starkness of his work until I realized how vividly he was painting with such simple phrasing and then I was hooked. Rece...

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Famous Poet Friday ~ Dave Carter

Posted by Cutter on January 31, 2013 at 11:05 PM Comments comments (2)

Welcome once again to Cutter’s Famous Poet Friday!


This week I am going to bring you kind of a guru of mine and while in truth he was a singer-songwriter, his poetry in lyric is undeniable. Dave Carter with his mythic overtones and mystical leanings taught me a lot about how even a grand vision can be brought to the public eye if couched in beautiful language and gods, could Dave Carter write.


I am going to do this a little differently. After the biography I...

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