Two poems | by Scott Thomas Outlar

Big thank you to Janet Olabisi and Communicators League for publishing two of my poems recently…

Communicators League

Chickens Hatching

Even when there remains

nothing left to say,

our silence can prove to be

the weapon of gold

that helps to save

lost souls in the end.

There is no war

righteous enough

to convince me

to flick my tongue

in anger

or pick up a sword

in disgust

this time.

All of my dragons

lay out slain

behind me

on the path;

their bones buried

beneath the ash.

We breathe this sacrament

of sacred fire

into our lungs

together as One;

and now

only parasitic

mosquitos remain

to be slaughtered

until we have recovered

all of the blood

from generations

they’ve tried

their damnedest

to taint.

Victory was bred

into our destiny

from the very beginning;

thank God the fervor

of fate

has finally

come home to roost.


Cuddling Transcendence

 

The contours of your face

are silken smooth

with amber blushing hues

rosy on the cheeks

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Interview: Ink in Thirds

This interview with Grace Black originally appeared at Ink in Thirds in September of 2016. It was recently brought to my attention that the site is no longer operational, so I thought I’d post our short conversation here for posterity. 


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Grace Black: Give us a quote that inspires you:

Scott Thomas Outlar: “If you do follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. Follow your bliss and don’t be afraid, and doors will open where you didn’t know they were going to be.” – Joseph Campbell

GB: What is your writing process like?

STO: Schedules may vary depending on weather. Or Mood. Or diet. Or amount of rest from the night before. Or how many projects are piled up at any given juncture. However, the basic mojo remains relatively the same. Most of my work is initially written by hand, with a pen, on ancient papyrus salvaged from a tomb recently discovered under the Sphinx. It’s a vast conspiracy involving all sorts of international rogue agencies. I’ve been trying to keep it hush-hush, but I guess the cat’s out of the bag now. Just, please, for the love of God, don’t tell “Them” I told you. Anyway, after ink hits page, I’ll then type up the material while performing any necessary edits that are noticed. If it’s a poem, this will usually be the final draft, other than a minor tweak here or there that might have been initially overlooked. I do my level best to maintain the original emotional integrity and spontaneity that a poem is born from. If the piece happens to be an essay or short story, any number of further edits could be called for. I don’t mind hacking away at prose in an effort to hammer it into a more defined form. As far as time and place is concerned, I’ll write whenever and wherever an idea pops into my mind. After first waking up from dreaming, while driving along down the highway (not recommended in areas with high numbers of state troopers), after scrolling through social media and being ignited by some asinine comment or other, in the middle of a meal, or as my eyes are droopily starting to fade in the early a.m. hours while I try to scribble one last thought down. Lately, my routine has involved walking up to the local park during the afternoon where I’ll make my way into the woods and sit at a picnic table to write verse.

GB: Why do you write?

STO: To seek out fresh rhythms. To explore the depths of consciousness. To excite new neuron pathways. To ignite the pulse in the back of my brain. To bleed my mind on the page. To drain ink through a sieve. To mock the System of the Beast. To laugh. To dance. To feast. To make merry in a world full of wickedness. To burn old paradigms to ash. To build bridges between allies. To dive headfirst into the core of chaos, rupture its nexus, and rise back up to the surface sporting a renewed spirit on fire with higher order awareness. To kiss cancer. To lick disease. To scratch old wounds. To taste the salve of sympathy, empathy, and compassion. To stare suffering and sorrow squarely in the eyes. To cast stones at ivory towers. To rage righteous against fat cats and their false splendor. To strengthen a steeled will that never surrenders. To deliver the goods. To watch the chickens come home to roost. To plant seeds and cultivate their roots. To hoot. To holler. To climb mountains and yell. To trip the sky fantastic. To shun a false paradise of plastic. To gather my wits that they might be spit as flames. To send signals of smoke over the plains. To choke the enemy into submission. To shine a light of love on lies. To honor the truth at all costs. To profess a path toward peace. To rouse the rabble. To stir the nest of hornets. To express an unyielding devotion to constant, continual, progressive, evolutionary adaptation. To align with the symphony of the spheres. To tune in with the orchestra of God. To mediate. To practice mindfulness. To meander here and there … and back again. To offend. To provoke. To antagonize. To pass judgment. To test my heart against the feather on karma’s scale. To wage war against injustice. To weep in existential crisis. To flux. To flow. To ride waves of peaked emotion. To suspend disbelief. To manifest dreams. To roar with fevered imagination. To topple empires. To announce a new age of anarchy. To sing Psalms of Selah. To perhaps, one day, for one brief moment, connect with that whispered miracle of perfect peace which is rumored to be found in the kingdom within. To know the divine nature of existence. To shed this mortal skin. To rest, eternally, as One, forever.

GB: What is a recent story or poem you’ve had published elsewhere that we should read?

STO: I’ve been writing a weekly contribution for the Sunday Poetry Page at the social justice newsletter Dissident Voice for the past two years. This is a recent piece that appeared there called “Deep Infatuation.” 

GB: General comments or questions:

STO: I’m honored to participate in this feature, and I would just like to say thank you for the opportunity to say a few words about my work. All the best with future issues of Ink in Thirds!

Homecoming – Author Scott Thomas Outlar

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

Creative Talents Unleashed

I close my eyes for the briefest moment

and catch a glimpse of a tiny black dot

in the back of my mind

hovering behind my eyes

that suddenly explodes in red ignition

like a fiery halo

burning over a vast horizon

singing to me sweetly

luring me in like a siren

with a gentle whisper

to return

to come home

to be as One

again

finally

in absolution

© 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…

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Scott Thomas Outlar – Three Poems

Thankful to the editorial board of The Galway Review for publishing three of my poems there recently…

The Galway Review

Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Scott serves as an editor for The Peregrine Muse and Novelmasters. He has been a weekly contributor at the Dissident Voice Sunday Poetry Page for the past three years.


If Ever There Were an Idol

Morphine drips
as a deep breath from God
to numb away your suffering
though sorrow remains

Tip of the tongue
spread from the lungs
laced through the blood
heavy on the liver
where black cells
metastasize

Deep in the mind
memories arise
of unconditional love
then
now
and forever
after

Everything good
I’ve learned in this life
came by observing your actions
from the very beginning

Modeling my steps
on those you took
though mine still fall short
at…

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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.

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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