Mean Streets

When someone hears the expression mean streets what exactly goes through their mind? If they’ve never lived on them they will have to use their imaginations. If they have, they have enough packaged memories of them to last many lifetimes. I was one of the ones who did. Dirt poor, lots of kids in our…

Three poems by Peter Wyton

Originally posted on I am not a silent poet:
UNTIL THE SMIRKS ARE WIPED FROM MEN’S FACES                                       On social media, a video showing nervous teenage Indian girls, disembarking from a bus to take part in a demonstration condemning rape, speedily surrounded by teenage boys, smirking, every last one of them smirking, keen to tease…

Poetry — Dancing with Danger

image link The prompt word for #FOWC today is danger.  Today’s offering is a nonet and a reverse nonet. Fear exists only because of danger. Real? Imagined? Despots know that creating an illusion of a reality that all is danger means they can rule through keeping subjects scared. How do we break out of the…

Poetry Day 22 — Betrayal

image link   The prompt today is betrayal.  It seems to happen so much, the question must be asked if betrayal is not an immutable part of human nature.  There are levels of betrayal, all painful, but some more harmful than others.   I chose to free form it but split it into 2 halves.  …