Syn on the Cross(roads)
Hanging, crucified at the crossroads,
splintered, indecision-pounded flesh,
pained with gravity’s choice probes,
exploring outcome receptors, burned
circuits sizzling, char-curling nostrils
inhaling stench of the rancid future.
This concludes Cascadia Poetics Lab‘s Poetry Postcard Festival 2025 poems and postcards. It’s not quite over yet though. There are 3 more that have been sent to my friends and blogmates, Kerfe, Alexandra, and Jules. There will also follow a post with a group pic of the postcards I received, as well as a cento poem that takes a line/phrase from each of the postcard poems that were sent to me.
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I love that artwork…and the line “inhaling stench of the rancid future”
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Thanks, Max, Your comment made me think of that quote from Apocalypse Now. Seems fitting.
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Oh I love that movie!
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Very well done, Lisa. I love your creativity.
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Dwight, thanks <3
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Thanks for sharing all these with us Jade. Your collages are great–don’t stay away from them for too long! (K)
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You are very welcome. With colder weather coming and being inside more, I will make effort to get back to them. I listened to a dream podcast the other day with Dr. Ribeiro the author of The Oracle of Night, and he said creatives depend on dreams. I believe it. Then it asks the question what came first, the dream or the artwork…
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I don’t remember my dreams most of the time, or only little snips. But I’m sure they are somewhere in the back of my mind.
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I didn’t know Syn spelled that way had its own definiton; well as a prefix united; acting or considered together.”synchrony”.
Really clever of you to make a cento verse of the postcards :)
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Jules, I only know syn as a prefix, but I played with the word/prefix in the poem. Thanks on the cento. I saw someone else do it when I was still on fb and have been doing it ever since.
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