Saturday, November 15, 2008

Filling in Swift


http://www.authspot.com/Short-Stories/Filling-in-Swift.339357

Filling in Swift
by J L Carey Jr

Short Fiction. A mafia hit man has been shot and now finds himself in the hospital being interrogated by two officers. In a twist of events though the story unfolds to reveal who the true interrogator was and the lengths a man will go to exact a revenge.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Schadenfreude


Schadenfreude



We can feel sorry for Martin Luther, for
Bobby and Jack and the numberless mourners
Who agonized at the hand of their demise.

There is pity for the duped martyr, for the
Ignorant squirrel or the imbecile dog
Who die their commonly deaths on the roadside,

But we feel no remorse for the big three, who,
While laughing, choke on the fat they render. No,
We grin instead and fix their piano box.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Hello, I have entered my painting titled The Black Madonna into a contest for a scholarship. The winner gets a $500.00 scholarship towards college. I am hoping to win some of these scholarships to help offset my tuition for the masters degree program I recently entered so if you could "help a fellow American out who is down on his luck". &) Thanks.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

add Verse, a new blog for poetry

Hello. Today I launched a new blog for poetry called add Verse. The blog was designed for compiling some of my favorite poems and poets as well as to allow others to share their favorite works also. I am hoping that it allows for some discussion of these works as well as a place where people may go to find or discover interesting poems and poets.



The first poem is by Edna St. Vincent Millay and is titled Passer Mortuus Est. It was from a collection I recently read titled Selected Poems the Centenary Edition. It is a short and enjoyable poem by Americas first woman Pulitzer Prize winner. I hope you enjoy the poem and the site and look forward to any posts.

http://addverse-monkeywrench.blogspot.com/

Monday, April 7, 2008

Catch and Release


Catch and Release was recently inspired by some talk around the office. A buddy of mine has been doing a lot of fishing lately, but he hasn't really been catching anything. It still got me thinking about when I was younger and where I'm at now.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

They're Knuckling Under


This is the latest piece from the collection I am tentatively titling Tercet By Moonlight. It was inspired by a woman named Murial that I work with. We had a very engaging conversation about the American Axel strike and what she felt it meant to the Union and the Automotive Industry as a whole.
They’re Knuckling Under

Secretive grins smear the high horses faces
Their clever, anvil hammered shoes trampling
The teetering weather weakened picket fence

Corporate Nazgûl, dark riders, kings dethroned
Whose pungent chemical breath chokes and pushes
The whirling feather of solidarity

Union sweat still lingering on the down line
Hopelessly mingling with the fear and blood
It’s true then! Giants do grind their bones for bread.
3-12-08
This morning my wife and I were discussing the ending of this poem and she suggested changing it because it didn't seem to keep the same mood or feel as the rest of the piece. I agreed with her so here is an alternate ending for the poem. Any feedback as to which ending is prefered would be appreciated.
They’re Knuckling Under (Version 2)

Secretive grins smear the high horses faces
Their clever, anvil hammered shoes trampling
The teetering weather weakened picket fence
Corporate Nazgûl, dark riders, kings dethroned
Whose pungent chemical breath chokes and pushes
The whirling feather of solidarity
Union sweat still lingering on the down line
Hopelessly mingling with the fear, the blood
The frost that mantles this unmendable wall.
3-13-08