Tad Winslow
Joined May 2009 and calls Tad's Memorial home.
445 stories, 10 challenges, 1055 comments, and 74 friends
“I love the future I won’t live to see. I don’t know why. / And don’t even know if it’s true. / Maybe I’ve already lived to see the future.”
—Frederick Seidel, Nice Weather
If Contradictions Can Tell A Truth
“everything / that’s alive stays that way / by tearing heat from another’s belly.”
—Hannah Gamble, Your Invitation To A Modest Breakfast
“Love, when it’s truly sorry, is sorrier than a broke-dick dog.”
—D.A. Powell
Stories
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Let Your Intuition Guide You
Intuition is my guide. It tells me what to focus on and where to go. It means everything to me. I can fall back on my intuition to figure things out if there are no leads, or I can use it to defy what is wrong and choose the actions and paths that are ...
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Stream of Consciousness Continued
…when stillness sounds violent during calm vibrant vibrating insects strumming their wings humming hymns they sing about the footfalls of wolves on cold nights — breath bursting from their teeth with puffs of steam rising past their moonlik...
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Non-Stop, Non Edited Stream of Consciousness
Seriously though deleriously so I smashed my index finger between two ten pound weight plates at the gym now I’m typing rather gingerly cringeing but still here still springing creativity to life vividly like crystal rotating with sunlight illumi...
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Frog Eyed Dog Drool
Humous hath nary The rage of an old english mans dragon breath. Nor can it contend with the Garlic wench’s malodorous halitosis. And a seemingly dreary summer cloud does drip Autumn purple from the sky. Seasons change Blurring, banishing, surging...
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If You Really Knew Me
If you really knew me you’d know that I’m pathetically full of anxiety. Sometimes it helps me perform well, other times I can’t think of anything other than each erratic breath sputtering in and out of my lungs. I can path these occur...
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Pun Poem Just For Fun Poem
Be great. lyrically lacerate. Fully incapacitate hate With all of love’s hug weight (And love is a big sassy black woman).
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Children
Be care free Sweet pea. Complete My insanity And marry me. Let’s start a family Of chaos and calamity— Little walking sins With molten eyes And double chins. Like the “Lord of the Flies” Add children and all hell begins.
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FOR:________
A recluse bloats with bruises Above the note he left on the floor. He chose to choke the excuses of why he couldn’t cope, And address the letter to loneliness— the front reads, FOR: _____ Scrawled on the envelope With nothing written inside. Th...
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Today
Today— Make sure You take your Stature in nature And set something Solid in said cement. Trace and imprint love And tell her it never went.
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IT's (Not by Stephen King)
It guffaws from the thick forestry Hillside adjacent To where we are Laughing its deep lament of poetry (Meanwhile, the moons of Jupiter languish on a star) We can’t be complacent! It saw fear in our stare It smells flesh in our scent Like our ...
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Beauty
Love blossoms Petal soft Rose lips
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What Color Will Ink Be When The Blank Page Is Pink?
Will Winslow Ever slow? I don’t know I also want to impart That I’m not trying to be smart When I show some heart And pull this skill apart On a lark or with purpose I start To spill So much ink intending to smother and kill The concept of ...
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Imagine!
Imagine shoes that look like socks That wash like socks With mesh lining on top covered by sock material socks Made of flexible, durable rubber that rolls on and off like socks White socks, purple socks, any color socks Imagine, shoe and sock needs all...
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Negative Concept Swept
Let a negative concept get swept Away like waves off the shore Leave its poison wept on the floor Watch how hate has crept out the door In search of where we’ve stepped— Relentlessly hunting mankind for more
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What I Expect A 4 Star Rated Story Comment Sounds Like
So close And yet A ghost Of an inlet Left thinly wet— Some fish still flip The mud hasn’t set Those fish will live to sip If you grip a pen and edit!
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Moon On A Mantle
Tap, tap Girl of man Footing lands Putting a handle On understanding She lights the candle Like a moon expanding Upon a rain storm mantle
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Rain
Tap, tap Street sample it Under a lamp lit Bench seat Tap, tap A passerby Catches an eye Rain coat canvased— Soaked the damn dampest Of any bloke who mostly must Trek where the rain forest’s treacherous Tap, tap Thunder, Quiet summer, Stor...
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Small Statue
Plug your next idea Into the socket by the rug Watch it light up like a chandelier As dinner guests either clap or shrug ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ What this poem did Will never entrall Like the Statue of David I sculpt it too small And (heaven forbid) Pl...
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What I Expect A Comment On A 1 Star Rated Story Sounds Like
I found This story, And how it sounds, Rather perfunctory Sorry, see you around :)
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Enormous Word List
Toothpaste, Twist,— What a waste Of a word list Eldest, Mist,— Tongue ties the best Speech contortionist But the greatest word list Will enforce a lisp If you persist But I insist You quit Its bits Are bigger Than bricks It sits about to f...
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An Epiphany
Lemme finish my Pabst first Before you go and spell out the worst Dang it, now my mind lapsed Whatchew say d’other day Just before the barn collapsed? Was it, “Hey, Orson! Look out!” ? As I nearly dispersed off this here Earth Apparen...
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Pregnant Psychobabbling Babe
Canyon lake Lay cradled— picture perfect fake Through the windshield of my Hyundai One Sunday My psychobabbling babe, She says, “honey” Her lips syllabled Something sunny Like… “Someday soon My patient cocoon Will open in...
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Lost Thoughts
Watered phrases Sprout acres of Hallwayed mazes Lost thoughts Wander through Each fictional avenue My mind grew
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Freestyle
Green gasoline Flame consumer Sizzle lean steamer Smoke plume fumer Look up above, crazy loon, I simply love lunar moon dust Puffs of perfume and donuts, clutz, Microphonettes and micro-pho-homies Imagination like midgets side saddling ponies
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Melinda
My peripheral vision mistook the conifer shrubs for people. I never looked directly at them, I just assumed that they were up to no good as I walked toward the security guard sitting next to the entrance of my apartment building. I self consciously ran...
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Apocalypse
I capture a cascade of mortal fractures— making each passing moment that of everlasting torment. Placing the torn, blood-warm-bodies I slay on display like ornaments— a feast for the flies and hornets. My demon eyes are dull and dormant. Wi...
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Flash-Flash Flood of Blood
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Doctor's Orders
Sip eight cups Of cloud weight per day. Give your heart rate a wake up. Throw all of your ciga-regrets away. Can you recall the last apple you ate up? Sleep well and sell stress for more time to play.
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Untitled
I’m up way too late again thinking about unpleasant things we all have to face. How sudden our lives will end one day. How it could end painfully and without peace. I can tune it out with distractions, and denial, and comforts, and simple pleasur...
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Addiction
Sunset Cold sweat Sweet syringe Obsolete silhouettes Fray together at the fringe