Poetry Reading

I had a great time reading at the Play Pen Open Mic held at Johnnie MacCracken’s Celtic Pub in Marietta, Georgia last evening. The four poems from my performance can be seen here on YouTube…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pae1ODgwTmg

Reading Happy Hour Hallelujah 5

I’ll be reading again at the Callanwolde Fine Arts Center in Atlanta, Georgia on January 11.

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Vines

I’m looking forward to watching the NCAA National Championship game later this evening. Hopefully some loud howls of utter happiness will erupt throughout the contest. A few tears of joy being shed at the end wouldn’t be the worst thing ever either. The last time UGA won the title I was only a few months old. So my memories are quite vague. This game, however, will surely be remembered forever.

Georgia Hat 2

I’m happy that a poem of mine appears in the new debut issue of The Pangolin Review published out of Mauritius. My words appear alongside the work of several other writers that I admire. “Vines” can be read here…

https://thepangolinreview.wixsite.com/mypoetrysite/current-issue

Monkeys on Mute

Thank you to Ian Chung for publishing “Monkeys on Mute” recently at Eunoia Review…

Eunoia Review

Here is a poem with its eyes cut out,
bound in darkness,
blinded by ignorance,
branded with a mark on its forehead
that would make Cain
toss and turn in his grave
from disbelief.

Here is a chest with a hole in its center,
bled out from the empty cavity,
hollow in the bones,
ribs picked clean
and sold to the vultures
that lurk greedily
with lust dancing
through their wicked little thoughts
of carnage.

Here is a song that haunts my soul,
just released,
spun fifty times on repeat
to reflect Revelation
as silenced ghosts from the past
materialize on the scene anew,
weeping and wailing
along with the sounds of devastation
while they linger
to cast aspersions
on all of the love
that went so wrong.

Here is a tree cracking in its trunk,
swaying in the wind,
snapping as the storm
splinters its spine to shatter
rings…

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Undertow – Author Scott Thomas Outlar

Thank you to Raja Williams and CTU Publishing for posting this excerpt from Happy Hour Hallelujah recently…

Creative Talents Unleashed

Your love is like a wave sent from God,

crashing over me,

taking my breath away,

pulling me under

where the flames of my heart

can be quenched

in deep waters

that I’ve never

quite learned how to swim.

© Scott Thomas Outlar

Happy Hour Hallelujah front cover draft

Excerpt from the book

“Happy Hour Hallelujah”


Seated (Visions of Verse) About the Author

Scott Thomas Outlar resides in the suburbs outside of Atlanta, Georgia where he spends the hours flowing and fluxing with the ever-changing currents of the Tao River while laughing at and/or weeping over life’s existential nature. He hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, and interviews can be found. His poem “Poetic Points” was nominated for Best of the Net by The Mind[less] Muse in 2015. Since beginning to submit his work in 2014, he has had more than 800 poems appear in over 200 print and/or online venues, both in the…

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Extinction Is the Genesis of Evolution

Thank you to Ian Chung for publishing my poem “Extinction Is the Genesis of Evolution” recently at Eunoia Review…

Eunoia Review

Crossing the bridge from distortion into silence
creates the electric hum of a new awakening.
If art is an unfolding rhythm then life must be a song in motion.
There are certain comparisons that never seem
to pop up on any quizzes or SAT questions in class.

I will grade true love on a scale of forgiveness.
I will slide with a smile until slipping through the veil of illusions.
I will spit in the river and witness all ripples.

Burning a drag of smoke with no filter
enlivens the flesh of wet lungs to breathe fresh oxygen.
If the bond is stronger than blood then first kisses are a quickening.
Squirrels naturally seek after fallen nuts near the tree
as deeply the mind digs its roots in for winter.

I will promise you less until the future delivers.
I will dance on this spot as the soil grows richer.

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