Humming with the Angels

I’m happy that my poem “Humming with the Angels” appears in the new GloMag print anthology published out of Chennai, India. Big thank you to Glory Sasikala for all her efforts editing this edition. Available here via Amazon.

GloMag February 2018 cover

I went for a walk late last night that quickly turned into a dance under the radiant moon. I felt high as a soaring kite on nothing but natural electricity amplified by light pouring down from the sky. Every song that ruptured my ears sounded like a thousand blessings blasting with rebirth. Reaching that exact moment is why I’ve been obsessed with cleansing my body and mind recently. The energy created is why I am screaming hallelujah from the top of my lungs on this Sunday of salvation. Selah



March arrives. February fades. All cycles shift as they must. There are certain phases in life when one’s preconceived belief systems must be smashed to smithereens so that previously unrealized ideas can have room to take root and eventually expand.

A muscle must first be broken down before it can then grow back stronger. So too must the mind occasionally plunge into uncharted depths of the subconscious in order to fathom the treasures that await beneath the water before bringing them back to surface one second before lungs burst.

Go to the edge. Then take one more step. Truth awaits on the other side. Even if the process sometimes feels a bit chaotic before the next a-ha moment of awareness comfortably settles in.

Consciousness can prove to be a tricky beast. It need not be tamed, however, nor even fully understood at all times. Only acknowledged, respected, and honored with a dedication toward its constant, continual, progressive development.

I have been healing of late. Rapidly. I am greedy for more.

Wishing all the best to my friends in the new month ahead. Selah

Let It Rise

I’ve been in an absolute fit this week, fine-tuning, focusing, and then funneling my energy into a project that has been swirling around in my subconscious for the past two years. The time eventually comes to thrust one’s hands into the soil and start planting seeds in a frenzy. Songs of a Dissident II: From the Ashes. Rising soon. I’m officially stoked and ready for it to soar.

Sidewalk 4

I’m also set to start hammering out an essay for the next issue of Setu Mag. In the latest edition I wrote about Heath Brougher’s new book, To Burn in Torturous Algorithms. Thank you to Sunil Sharma and Anurag Sharma for publishing it in their wonderful venue. “Chasing After the Essence” can be read here…

February Launchpad

The first day of February started off wonderfully well. Two of my poems that were recently translated into Italian by Mihaela Melnic have now been published in the new issue of Setu Mag. My essay “Chasing After the Essence” written about Heath Brougher’s latest book from Weasel Press is also included in the issue.

A short story I wrote way back in 2004 has been published in the new print collection, Tales of the Alien Buddha Volume 1.

Three of my poems appear in this month’s edition of Our Poetry Archive, and three others appear in the new issue of Poetry of Moon. Another poem “Hot Breath of a Primal Yes” was posted today at the CTU Publishing site. It is an excerpt from my book they released last year, Happy Hour Hallelujah. Copies of which are available here.

Happy Hour Hallelujah front cover

I received word that a duet poem of mine that was penned along with Sujata Banerjee Bhattacharyya has been accepted to appear in the forthcoming You and Me anthology being released through Vishwabharati Research Centre located in India.

The editors of another compilation being published out of India, Indifaring Muse, contacted me today with the final proof of their anthology that will be out soon containing two of my poems.

I was also notified that my poem “Extinction Is the Genesis of Evolution” has been accepted for the next print issue of 1932 Quarterly coming out soon.

All this positive news that took place was a nice way to kick off the fresh month. Yet the story remains ever the same. Steady as she goes. One step, and then the next. All the best, my friends. Cheers to a great February ahead!

Hot Breath of a Primal Yes – Author Scott Thomas Outlar

Thank you to Raja Williams of CTU Publishing for posting this excerpt from Happy Hour Hallelujah. Please pick up your copy of the book today…

Creative Talents Unleashed

When I weep

it is in primal acceptance

of life

exactly as it is…

all the suffering


all the joy…

all the failures


all the successes

It is in the moments

of our greatest downfalls

that we create the visions

of what we will be

once having risen again

and readied ourselves…

for war


for peace…

for blood


for breath

© Scott Thomas Outlar

Happy Hour Hallelujah front cover draft

Excerpt from the book “Happy Hour Hallelujah”

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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 where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, and interviews can be found. His poem “Poetic Points” was nominated for…

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