All the Colors in Your Eyes

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I believe the joke told from the audience at the time was about wine. Shoot, that’s surely one way to make me smile. These scenarios can always be taken a step further, however, with a bit of uproarious laughter.
 
I am a simple man. I prefer a dance to an argument. I favor bright light to the darkness (albeit always with the slightest tinge of shadow just to maintain balance). I left my nihilism behind in the last decade. Farewell.
 
I am a recovering fool. Just joking, I remain ever the same in that regard. These things cannot be helped. Life is a blessed journey, no doubt, although it comes with its fair share of challenges. I take it quite seriously, but also learned somewhere along the way that it becomes much more sweet if enjoyed in a state of happiness and peace. I’ve been doing my level best to methodically, meticulously, and mindfully move forward for years now. Why would I ever stop the process at this point? Here’s a hint: I wouldn’t. Neither would you. That’s why we happen to get along so well.
 
This is the link to a video I made recently at one of the local parks I like to frequent. Please forgive the rough edge to my voice in this recital as it was a fresh piece I’d just penned. Also, singing when a stranger might come around the bend at any given moment can feel a bit strange. But I’ve realized lately that entering a state of vulnerability plays an important role in my personal growth.
 
Cheers, my friends! Thank you for swinging by 17Numa.
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July 2017 Recap … Let It Burn … Let It Rise

The sand of the seventh month slowly slips away. Don’t grasp too tightly, the cycle was always destined to shift unto August. Unclench your fists and your teeth. Come on, we’ve been playing this same game for ages. Don’t lose your head on me now. Stay cool. We’ll make it through to the other side, I promise. Besides, there’s still one more day left to feast upon. Ravish the hours. Suck them dry. Use some tongue.
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Before the last light flickers out and forever fades away from July, I wanted to take a moment and say a huge thank you to all the editors associated with these 23 venues for accepting and/or publishing my poetry, essays, and interviews during the past month. I continue pushing the pace as best I can. But I would be nowhere without your help. The same should certainly be said for those who read and support my work. It is truly appreciated…
 
Dissident Voice; Our Poetry Archive; The Writer’s Space; Coffee with Underhill; CTU Publishing; 48th Street Press; PPP Ezine; The Beautiful Space; Burning House Press; Advaitam Speaks Literary Journal; The Wayward Sword; Mahatma Guru Magazine; Praxis Magazine; ELSiEiSY; GloMag; JD DeHart’s Reading and Literature Resources; The Best of … The North Georgia Mountains; Ariel Chart; Dime Show Review; poeticdiversity; CultureCult Magazine; Narrow Road; and Tuck Magazine.
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After an 18 month stint serving as editor for Walking Is Still Honest Press, I have decided to step away from that position. It was an awesome experience, but this will free up more time to focus on my own work moving forward. Oh, who am I kidding? I’m still an editor at The Peregrine Muse, Novelmasters, The Blue Mountain Review, and here at 17Numa. With plans to launch another new journal, Happy Hour Hallelujah, in the days ahead. I stay busy. Always. A note from the W.I.S.H. editorial desk about the transition can be read here.
 
One of the highlights during July was a photo shoot that Mechelle Wilson Ballew and I did after the Visions of Verse poetry event in Jasper, Georgia. She showed me all around the city to set up different scenes, working her usual magic behind the camera. The photos in this post, and those I’ve been sharing on Facebook and Twitter of late, are from our session.
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I also enjoyed attending the Wine, Cheese, and Spoken Word open mic hosted by Carol Douglas and held at the UUCA in Atlanta, Georgia. The atmosphere in the venue is great, and it was a pleasure reading a few pieces from my new book, Poison in Paradise. I’m very much looking forward to this coming January when I’ll be returning to do a book signing as the featured reader! More details on that in due time, but, for now, you can listen to my performance here.
 
There were positive developments on many fronts recently, but perhaps my favorite part of the month was running my mouth while acting a fool on YouTube. Please feel free to swing by, check out some of the videos, and, most importantly, subscribe to the channel here.
 
All good things in life must eventually come to an end. Thankfully, the naturally occurring rhythms of time and space always create the perfect opportunity for new beginnings. Let it burn. Let it rise.
 
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar
 
P.S.
 
Please pick up a copy of Poison in Paradise from Alien Buddha Press at this link today. Purchasing books is truly the best way you can show support for independent authors and publishers. Thank you!
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PPP Ezine Vol 1, Issue 2: Prometheus Should Have Doubled Down for More by Scott Thomas Outlar  

Big thank you to Rajnishmishravns Varanasi for including my poem at PPP Ezine…

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Sitting here

where the sky falls,

where the rain pours,

where the gods weep,

where the season shifts,

where the air growls,

where electric wonder

becomes second nature,

I can only smile

as my spine shivers

from a kundalini force

that packs a punch.

Breathe into me

with your sacred whisper

as my bones shake,

as my flesh sighs,

as my blood churns,

as my hope soars,

as my dreams scream,

as my heart opens

to the sound of your voice,

and I will promise

eternity and more

even if I must steal time

straight from the source.

 

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Just Enough to Squeak by – Author Scott Thomas Outlar

An excerpt from my book, Happy Hour Hallelujah. Big thank you to Raja Williams and CTU Publishing.

Creative Talents Unleashed

One moment of mindfulness

is enough to part the seas,

enough to turn back the hands of time,

enough to launch a brighter future,

enough to rediscover the truth,

enough to put deception to rest,

enough to drive the swine to the depths,

enough to balance order and chaos,

enough to find a perfect pattern,

enough to raise love on high.

One deep breath

is enough to save a soul.

Ten deep breaths

are enough to heal the world,

enough to seek redemption,

enough to ask forgiveness,

enough to stop the wars,

enough to feed the famine,

enough to heal the pestilence,

enough to raise the dead,

enough to harmonize the rhythm,

enough to synchronize the song,

enough to settle all scores,

enough to bring about a perfect peace,

enough, at least, to make it through one more day.

© Scott Thomas Outlar

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Excerpt from the book

“Happy Hour Hallelujah”

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Three Years into the Journey…

This month marks the three-year anniversary of when my first poem was published by Angie Tibbs at Dissident Voice in June of 2014. Since that time, I’ve remained a weekly contributor on the Sunday Poetry Page of the newsletter. An archive of my work can be found here. I’ve also poured my time and energy into finding as many other venues as possible where my work can be read. Which has led, so far, to over 1,200 of my poems appearing in more than 250 magazines, journals, indie zines, online blogs, broadsides, newspapers, and anthologies. When a door swings open, it is my intention to run straight through it. For this reason, I do my best to stay in sprinting shape.
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I do, however, send out considerably fewer submissions now than I did in the beginning. My efforts of late are directed more toward the publications where I serve as an editor: The Blue Mountain Review, Walking Is Still Honest Press, The Peregrine Muse, Novelmasters, and my personal site, 17Numa.
 
I’ve been fortunate to have three collections of poetry published in the past two years, thanks to the help of Transcendent Zero Press (Songs of a Dissident), Weasel Press (Chaos Songs), and CTU Publishing (Happy Hour Hallelujah). My fourth book, Poison in Paradise, will soon be released through Alien Buddha Press. We’ve been working hard to make sure this project truly shines. I hope that readers will enjoy the results of such labor.
 
My heart has been heavy lately. I do not seek shelter from the sadness, but instead let its shadows naturally enshroud me until the pain can be fully processed. Sometimes it is necessary to be reminded by the most important people and events in life that one still has the ability to feel deep, intense, raw emotions, even if they are not necessarily pleasant.
 
I will continue to keep my eyes focused on the bright future over the horizon, moving forward with the goal of maturing into the best man I can possibly become. There are still several seasons of sowing that remain concerning such work. In fact, the journey is sure to last a lifetime. I will let the light shine in. I will let the light shine through. I will let love be the only voice that has a say in this regard. Although, to be fair, peace might also be allowed to sneak in a word here and there on occasion.
 
Thank you to all the writers, musicians, painters, and artists across the world that have inspired me greatly during these past three years. You help keep this mission fun, and my spirit set on fire. Thank you, also, to those who read and support my work. Without you, my words would still be silent.