Mickey Kulp's Blog, page 13
March 13, 2017
Time to Chat
I discovered this bit of fluff today based on a poetry prompt on Twitter.
I am only sharing it to underscore something I find to be crucial as a writer: follow your creativity, don't lead it.
Sometimes, it's perfectly fine to have no clue what is hiding around that bend in the trail. I sure didn't see that this was coming when I started writing it.
~ Mick, S.D.G.
I am only sharing it to underscore something I find to be crucial as a writer: follow your creativity, don't lead it.
Sometimes, it's perfectly fine to have no clue what is hiding around that bend in the trail. I sure didn't see that this was coming when I started writing it.
~ Mick, S.D.G.
February 28, 2017
Crack a Brew
February has drained me, but Scott was a metaphorical Saint Bernard trotting though the snow with the mini-keg of (purely medicinal) whiskey on his collar...
You see, some of the lighter work of the Beat Generation inspired me to write a little poem called "Crack a Brew." I rarely have the urge to do rhymy, patterned poetry, but this one just rolled right out like magic. I was particularly fond of this poem and, simultaneously, afraid it would never see the light of day.
Then Scott Waldyn, editor-in-chief at Literary Orphans, took a shine to it and agreed to publish it in Issue 28 along with some excellent writers.
"The primary mission of Literary Orphans is to function as a collaborative writing and arts platform, designed to present original literary work of quality, illuminated by cutting-edge photography and art, to as large of an audience as possible."
My poem is HERE . Thanks for looking. Now for some whiskey. Purely medicinal.
~Mick, S.D.G.
You see, some of the lighter work of the Beat Generation inspired me to write a little poem called "Crack a Brew." I rarely have the urge to do rhymy, patterned poetry, but this one just rolled right out like magic. I was particularly fond of this poem and, simultaneously, afraid it would never see the light of day.
Then Scott Waldyn, editor-in-chief at Literary Orphans, took a shine to it and agreed to publish it in Issue 28 along with some excellent writers.
"The primary mission of Literary Orphans is to function as a collaborative writing and arts platform, designed to present original literary work of quality, illuminated by cutting-edge photography and art, to as large of an audience as possible."
My poem is HERE . Thanks for looking. Now for some whiskey. Purely medicinal.
~Mick, S.D.G.
February 22, 2017
Four Eclectic Haiku
I have noticed that some of my talented brethren over the pond in the UK have a fairly unbending notion of what makes a good haiku. I, however, am a little bendy. Luckily, I found a kindred spirit over at
Ink, Sweat, & Tears
a few months ago who wanted to publish four of my haiku.
Helen Ivory is the sole editor at IS&T, and I knew she was my kind of poet when she green-lighted one of my unlikely haiku celebrating the song La Bamba. Yay! She's as nutty as me!
Helen describes IS&T as, "...a UK based webzine which publishes and reviews poetry, prose, prose-poetry, word & image pieces and everything in between. Our tastes are eclectic and magpie-like and we aim to publish something new every day."
My four eclectic haiku, suitable for every kind of magpie, are HERE .
~Mick, S.D.G.
Helen Ivory is the sole editor at IS&T, and I knew she was my kind of poet when she green-lighted one of my unlikely haiku celebrating the song La Bamba. Yay! She's as nutty as me!
Helen describes IS&T as, "...a UK based webzine which publishes and reviews poetry, prose, prose-poetry, word & image pieces and everything in between. Our tastes are eclectic and magpie-like and we aim to publish something new every day."
My four eclectic haiku, suitable for every kind of magpie, are HERE .
~Mick, S.D.G.
February 15, 2017
Lucid
I may start a whimsical series about the Adventures of Lucid, the Uncanny Dream Dog. Or not. I'm not sure the world is ready for Lucid and her nocturnal frolics.
Forget I said anything. Nothing to see here, citizen. Keep moving.
~Mick, S.D.G.
Forget I said anything. Nothing to see here, citizen. Keep moving.
~Mick, S.D.G.
February 13, 2017
Inscribe
As I have mentioned before, I sometimes get inspiration by looking at the various writing prompts offered on Twitter.
When the juices are flowing, a certain word might be all I need to make everything crystallize nicely. And, just as often, that word might take me into a direction I never considered.
Like today. Today, the word "inscribe" grabbed my attention, and I chased it way off into the weeds to find this micro-poem.
~Mick, S.D.G.
When the juices are flowing, a certain word might be all I need to make everything crystallize nicely. And, just as often, that word might take me into a direction I never considered.
Like today. Today, the word "inscribe" grabbed my attention, and I chased it way off into the weeds to find this micro-poem.
~Mick, S.D.G.
February 9, 2017
Orange
In a recent TheProse.com "Challenge of the Week," writers were tasked to write the beginning of a story about a tyrannical king who threatens the entire realm.
My entry did not win. I blame the media. Sad. I built a great beginning — and nobody builds beginnings better than me, believe me — and I build them very inexpensively. I will build another great, great beginning, and I will make Mexico pay for it.
~Mick, S.D.G.
Orange by Mickey Kulp
The Orange King was short and bald, and Cedric, his assigned bodyguard, hated him.
“You. Taste this wine,” Orange slurred, waving a bejeweled hand dismissively toward the bejeweled goblet, his fifth of the hour. Cedric was counting.
Cedric took a small sip, hoping it was indeed poisoned. If the assassin was good, it would take a while for the venom to kick in. Cedric was younger, larger, and stronger than the pudgy specimen dressed in orange slumped in the seat of honor at the long table of guffawing sycophants. Maybe Cedric would live long enough to see the orange pig writhing in agony on the stone floor.
The minstrels stopped playing for a moment, and the dozen drunken members of Orange’s inner circle fell quiet as well, each looking down the laden table toward the new monarch...
The exciting conclusion is HERE .
My entry did not win. I blame the media. Sad. I built a great beginning — and nobody builds beginnings better than me, believe me — and I build them very inexpensively. I will build another great, great beginning, and I will make Mexico pay for it.
~Mick, S.D.G.
Orange by Mickey Kulp
The Orange King was short and bald, and Cedric, his assigned bodyguard, hated him.
“You. Taste this wine,” Orange slurred, waving a bejeweled hand dismissively toward the bejeweled goblet, his fifth of the hour. Cedric was counting.
Cedric took a small sip, hoping it was indeed poisoned. If the assassin was good, it would take a while for the venom to kick in. Cedric was younger, larger, and stronger than the pudgy specimen dressed in orange slumped in the seat of honor at the long table of guffawing sycophants. Maybe Cedric would live long enough to see the orange pig writhing in agony on the stone floor.
The minstrels stopped playing for a moment, and the dozen drunken members of Orange’s inner circle fell quiet as well, each looking down the laden table toward the new monarch...
The exciting conclusion is HERE .
January 9, 2017
Fireflies - Published!
"The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion."
~Albert Einstein
My dreamy short story "Fireflies" has been published. [Happy Dance. Alright, enough of that.]
It was accepted for future publication in January 2017, but it found a home in the slightly delayed November 2016 issue of Chantwood Magazine.
You can read it presently HERE .
~Mick, S.D.G.
Art by Heidi Lichtfuss, Content Creator for Madwire.
~Albert Einstein
My dreamy short story "Fireflies" has been published. [Happy Dance. Alright, enough of that.]
It was accepted for future publication in January 2017, but it found a home in the slightly delayed November 2016 issue of Chantwood Magazine.
You can read it presently HERE .
~Mick, S.D.G.
Art by Heidi Lichtfuss, Content Creator for Madwire.
