Greg LutiDec 29, 2020Best Of 2020 - PoetryI thought it would be nice to have an end of year list of stuff that this blog wrote. This is the poetry that we wrote this year.
Greg LutiNov 14, 2020Can We All Stop Acting Like Any Of This Made Sense? – Poem People are assholes. They were before the virus. They were during it. They will be after it.
Greg LutiNov 13, 2020Blowout - PoemOne uncle in the room comments, “They need better protection. The quarterback has no time.”
Greg LutiOct 31, 2020A Message To Halloween - PoemYour songs stink. They are second rate pop songs that are only played because something needs to be on when you walk around a haunted house.
Greg LutiOct 27, 2020The Worst Part Of Halloween - PoemWhat is it? What is the worst part of Halloween? It’s having to share my candy with you.
Greg LutiOct 15, 2020Should Writers Talk Politics? - PoemThe other guy stinks. I am great. I can help you. Did you get all of that?
Brooke_SmithJun 1, 2020Mermaid Liberated - PoemBut if I stay here, I will lose the best part of me.... My courageous heart will completely break apart,
Joey Carneiro May 5, 2020Mellon Nin - PoemSix books combined in three read end to end, My humble thanks for there and back again.
Greg LutiApr 25, 2020I Don’t Know How to Stop You From Crying – PoemI know the key to knowledge is to know thyself. The key to war is to know your enemy, And the key to freedom is truth.
Greg LutiApr 17, 2020I’m Oddly Calm Through All Of This - PoemThe virus is taking over. People are dying. Hospitals are overflown.
Greg LutiApr 15, 2020I Don’t Know How To Write A Positive Poem - PoemAfter time contemplating words to myself sipping too many cups of coffee, and daydreaming of stories I will never write
Greg LutiMar 31, 2020Who Gets To Decide What Is Essential? - PoemWho Gets To Decide What Is Essential - Poem I got fired, for my job is not considered essential. With that, they just admitted that my...
Greg LutiMar 26, 2020I Am The Guy You Read Long After I’m Dead - PoemAs I walk this earth my words are not read or heard. None of my books ever sell any copies. No audience lines up to read me.