surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
barbeque (9)
Not in words. But every slice of brisket cut against the grain, every long night tending the fire while others slept, every side-eye when Jacob tried to use lighter fluid—that had all been its own kind of love. And maybe this pit, this fire, was how he could say it back.
By bart santos10 months ago in Poets
barbeque (7)
“It was Dad’s thing,” he said finally. “Not mine.” Marcus gave a dry laugh. “That’s what I said, too. Until it wasn’t.” By late afternoon, the kids were sticky and sunburned, the women had retreated into gossip, and the men were nursing beers like medals.
By bart santos10 months ago in Poets
barbeque (5)
The meat was dry. He didn’t say it out loud, of course, but he tasted it. Too hot on the fire, too fast off the smoke. Harold would’ve cussed a hole through the sky. But the others seemed to enjoy it just fine, nodding through mouthfuls and reaching for paper towels.
By bart santos10 months ago in Poets
