Below is a piece I have submitted to a couple literary journals. Your comments and feedback would be much appreciated 🙂
The Graduate
Let’s lift her like a coffin.
Your hands can shackle ankles,
Mine will collar a neck.
Let’s carry her down the hill
To a field beside a ditch.
Before she drops, push her legs in.
Fold her like a lawn chair.
– DaHv
In my previous blogs, I confront my thoughts on popular artist’s use of auto-tune or plain, yet catchy lyrical content. As a listener of our generation’s music, I struggle with the concept of talent. For today’s average artist, who is performing at sold-out concerts or on the radio’s top-ten countdown for consecutive weeks, is the “talent” based on the looks or...