POETRY SPOTLIGHT: Lance Sheridan on Tough Love

Hi, readers!  We have a real treat in store for you today, a poetry spotlight.  In these poetry spotlights today and in the future, we will be showcasing poetry by some very talented poets.  These poets have graced us with their presence.  

With us today is poet Lance Sheridan.  Here is a little taste of his poetry and his views on tough love.

Of red barns and canal water

she sat in a red barn, on the velvet sofa, 
 quite comfortable in her
forgotten world

wiped the perspiration from the nape of
her neck

sipped the sweet tea like she sipped
a kiss

her legs went from here to there and back
again, waited for her lover

looked out the awning covered window,
a beautiful face reflected
on the still water,

ran deep, like her emotions;
the canal had an appetite for quietness,
preferred it, a vow of silence

cigarette ash fell onto a hand-sewn rug
like soot on an english roof

her impatience grew;

he sold postcards and slides,
had weekends off,
didn't impress her

he had postcards of the same red barn,
next to a serene canal

his relationship with her was anything but;

if he flipped them, animation appeared,
could see her looking
out the window

she had the attitude of wild dogs running
on tin roof tops
never let the breeze in,

was afraid it would extinguish
her cigarette

ashes tattooed the hand-sewn rug
like carneys got tattooed

backs of the postcards were all
addressed to him

she spelled out her anxieties like a
long range weather report

sold all of them to a blind man with a
tin cup and a tin seeing eye dog

bought the pencils...

Copyright © 04/01/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®.


Of love and suspicion

she pulled paper off of elm bark and cut out
characters with dull scissors,

pressed them into old scrapbooks with white
paste and the corner of a smile

she took pieces of a puzzle out of a cardboard
cupboard where paint chipped

and cracked dishes held onto forgotten suppers;

had a hound dog that could smell a funeral
a mile away,

scent came up through porch boards and wet

black ants come crawling out of woodwork
looking for leftovers

scraped into trash cans with dirty newspapers;

jealous boyfriend next door every time she
sat on rope and board to swing,

wearing her low cut red dress and wiping off
humid air with

a soft, wet, damp sponge,

young men cruis’n by in white walls, d.a.’s
and wolf calls

she eats it up with a silver spoon and glued
on lashes;

walks into the house moving like her hips
are on springs,

she’s running on full oxygen,
he, just trying to breathe

opens up an appliance for cold milk
and satisfaction,

a shot fired

travels through white in a glass,
travels through

a life,

she clocks out like 24 chapters in an
unfinished book,

her body, flying puzzle pieces that
scatter into blue darkness

he tucks death into his pocket, opens
cautiously a

screen door where police lights pry
into furniture and

eyes in grandparent faces hiding behind
glass walls

‘rounds exchanged,
the boyfriend keels


hits porch boards like slow nails and
a hot sun

had a hound dog that could smell a
funeral a mile away …

Copyright © 06/09/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®.

Poet Bio

Lance Sheridan began Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry® in January of 2013. Since then, he has had thirteen poems published to date. His works have been accepted into the following journals—
Napalm and Novacain, Storm Cycle, Jellyfish Whispers, Pyrokinection, Poised in Flight and Point Mass.

What other poets are saying about his writing—

“This is a sort of writing which deliberately flouts grammatical structure and any form of restriction. It is not words. It is more music you relax to, curl up listening with an abstract ear."

“A readers paradise is exactly what your poetry is about.”

“You are so clever in bringing out the story in lines that compel the reader to ride the rail to the end." 

"How the hell do you do this to us with words Lance?... I think we must link with your soul for these fleeting seconds... "

“For my writer and reader friends, please take a moment to read Poet Lance Sheridan. I was hooked by the very first poem. There is no “hierarchy stance” in his work or his attitude. Beautifully unlimited in imagination and wisdom, the combination pushed me back to shore after my canoe capsized. When a poet can offer hands YOU are a gift to this planet, Lance. Heaven would cry if you refused to write.” - Lynnie Bat-Abba/Poet 

Major followers—

'Book Hub, Inc. The Total Book Experience.'
‘Lightning Droplets—Online Flash-Fiction Zine’.
'The Rag Tree/poems, essays, encouragement'.
‘Love and Dating for Singles’.
'Break Room Stories'.
'The Modern Faye Magazine'.
'The Overstand Podcast'.
'The Citizens of Fashion Magazine'.
'Poetreecreations.org the Best of Poetry'.
'Guerrilla Graffiti Magazine'.

Lance's websites: http://darkroastedpoetry.wordpress.com/
Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/lance.sheridan.37


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