Tad Winslow

Joined May 2009 and calls coldfront home.

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Bickering Battle Axes

Step within my psychoanalysis
Callouses upon my mind make me strain for my lines
Out I ripped it, squeezed the brain: it made some liquid
Drained it in a cup and then I sipped it


If Contradictions Can Tell A Truth


  1. Vulturous

    Limbs lie on lands soured Pestilence, well past death’s hour On shuffles the vulture coward Under the sun he’s begun to devour

  2. Punctuational Indecision

    Think about Out In the solar system,:—; In Even the immediate Trillion mile Radius Of your smile,:—; There’s only us On Earth’s crust. Maybe life is special after all.

  3. For You

    You are a Warm juniper Storm on Jupiter; A daughter of the sun; A tungsten star of water— Lighting where the rivers run.

  4. Inanimate Enormousness

    We can’t be proven To exist only those who exist recognize existence as the world twists its inanimate enormousness Nothing is so unusual Yet set up so suitable as the thought that all you knew will ultimately be mutable you’ll be known by...

  5. Yes

    Yes If you ask To trespass Let’s laugh Until it hurts Until our weight Fades inert Like shadow shapes of fate And chocolate— Sharing a plate Of its innate dessert You turn in sleep Like Saturn Beautiful to keep; To earn Thick breaths are deep And ...

  6. Daily Horoscope (Mature)

  7. Cruel Cocoon

    a cruel residual jewel like clear crystal dew reflects she who’ll kill you— puncture and pool her venomous emptiness— an intraveneus seamstress in the mirror— sexual temptress stepping naked coming nearer; you can’t hear h...

  8. Cruel Cocoon

    cruel residual jewel of venomous emptiness— in the dual mirror— a visual temptress stepping naked coming nearer; you can’t hear her spreading palm down on your chest with pink painted fingernails impaling, pulling off flesh dressed b...

  9. Solid Coys

    Walking watching my feet hit the street I pass a dip of frozen coy fish puddled in the concrete.

  10. You Are The Intricacies of Time (because you recognize time)

    do you practice this these practices of an actor or pen actress twisting worlds in acrobatics of ink even tingling inklings of eden trickling evenings in cups to drink? nothing is what it seems it hatches leaving foot prints back to dreams nothing itse...

  11. Engulfed

    “What’s the worst way to die?” Jacob asked me. He was sitting indian style on my bed with his elbows hunkered over crossed legs— leaning over me with sick wonder stretched in his smile. “Probably being burned alive.”...

  12. Sun God

    Senses come Dispersed in life - – - – - Like a prism Immersed in light.

  13. Sunken Stones

    The transparent surface Reflects flesh eclipsing My skeleton’s silence Like bones of Sunken stones In the river Smoothed still As water fills The role of life-giver.

  14. Pixy Stick Simile (Americanized) (Mature)

  15. Wolf

    There’s a seven foot tall wolf With dog-like legs Stepping upright Beneath the moonlight In the backyards Of shadows By stars Suppressing growls With a click Of human teeth grown into its jowls It’s sick And knows it Stoically standing Wit...

  16. Idle Threats From An English Muffin (Food Fight)

    The english muffin awakes with a yawn Flicking off the french toast From accross the table they’re on “I’ve been buttered the most,” Muffin boasts in the light of dawn “Hey triangle! Yeah you. You’re bo-jangled at an...

  17. A Fun Read (guaranteed)

    Julie stared at her hand— An arctic starfish of frozen extremities. June felt her hair— Hanging straight in the loom of antiquated clips. May rolled to the bakery— Her complexion is ruddy like a rose— bobbing over the open top o...

  18. A Pretentious Alien's Poetic Perspective

    when what you can’t control outweighs what you can like time and the fact that you had no say in existence to begin with; would you consider fate to still be bitter or is it sweet mint and cinnamon and rain like glitter? Because it surely encompa...

  19. Held Out Hands And Humor

    Pretty lit houses; window sills; councils; how’s the city fit to itty-bitty secret keys from me!?— He who is needy, seedy and greedy— easy; nit-witty; greasy and measly; it is mine, rightly because I’m just as small and unsightl...

  20. Like That of Lover's Lips

    Ficly’s like a flask found by the fire on the grounds of a playground we all huddle and snuggle around passing its everlasting well of sips; some kiss; some tell; some sit back and describe its impact like that of lover’s lips

  21. Eye Sight

    It’s any lit
 litany of
 infinity; him;
 her; symmetry;
 wedded by water; wetted by the dry blue of a few splotches of sky my eye rides to to lie upon those two grass and dew— a clear, tear drop weighted— blur of residue chee...

  22. Sinking Below (Mature)

  23. A Lovely Scene Seen For You Through Me

    Palm frond tips dip in the still pond dawn spills light upon.

  24. Extemporaneous Instance of Skin; Enlightened Love

    The transparent surface reflects flesh eclipsing our skeleton’s silence on the water’s akimbo window a solid flow of indigo limbs where all we know bends like elbows; it blends where waving movements never end and I’m a part of ti...

  25. You'll Be Protected

    sunsets comb moments growing teeth; pine needle shadows; A dispersed wreath beneath the hearse; nature’s quiet peace

  26. Not About You! (just fo' fun)

    Your mazes of flowery phrases take ages to blossom on pages; not so awesome; your garden amazes no one by then; when winter has hardened The flow you pretend To’ve tended a harvest; It’s been frozen, my friend

  27. Recovery

    Breaths of alabaster frost Billow up like willow flowers loft. A barren tree’s embossed Unto the scenery when Snow flakes make Its tendrils pillow soft again.

  28. Dreamt Wonders (Mature)

  29. I Run There (2)

    (Cont.) I sit there; Dead center; Inconspicuous; Sleeping as frantic cars Attempt to save my life At the last second Only to die themselves.

  30. I Run There (1)

    You never have to follow me into the middle of the street. I run there In the road Intentionally Swerving Into Oncoming cars And back again to the coming cars Honking, yelling, polluting. I hike up hilly highways Dead center And find a strange awe insp...