Michael Allyn Wells

It's been a week since my last confession. A cooler week and I got a haircut and mowed the grass in the same week. The weather being w...

Venus and The Sailor  - Salvador Dali Venus has the hots- her dancing shadow passes before us. Swishing her dress about. Th...

A few items from my written journal... September 8, 2012 - Oh how I love to start a new journal. Empty pages to welcome me. I always pro...

Oh hey, it’s Tuesday again – I’m off to the confessional. We’ve been blessed with some gorgeous days this past week and I confess it h...

Below are a few interesting reads on the Internet for poets and those interested in poetry- hope you find something the touches your inter...

September 2nd was the 9th anniversary of Stickpoet Super Hero.  Nine years of blogging at this site and I somehow missed the anniversary.  T...

Dear Reader; I confess that the DNC tonight was powerful stuff. Each of the speakers made this election relevent and personal. I confess...

Oh my God it's September! So hard to believe that this year has actually come to this. This month will be the stretch for the Giants...

Summer Night - 1913 by Albert Bloch They gather in secret in the garden of delight they leave behind  much shame and eve...

For the past hour I've been making a list of phrases and questions that comprise subject matter for free writes that will hopefully le...

Immersed in the unexpected satirical dialogue with an empty chair, I thought why do we have elections anyway? The line between serious and...

Once in a Blue Moon came twice this month!  This picture is for those like myself  under the influence  rainy skies brought to us by Isaac...

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wro...

It's Tuesday for sure and that means it's time to head to the confessional. Dear Reader: It's been a week, a zoo trip, anoth...

This may sound like a strange request but I'm looking for a few good poets. Okay, really I'm wanting really good poets - awesome poe...

Big Room , 1948 by Andrew Wyeth I get the chills here; this room so open voluminousness of air. Even the grand fireplace ...

There is a fascinating article in the Sept/Oct issue of Poets and Writers about Natasha Tretheway by Kevin Nance. I read this article whil...

Several things I've seen here and there that should be of interest to writers and I thought I share the in a post since I've been ...

Dear Reader: It's been one week, three rejections, 40+ Kindle downloads and an aching back since my last confession. Since my last ...

Under Windsor Bridge by Adolphe Valette Entombed in the gritty fog rolling under Windsor Bridge the past hangs heavy; smells ...

Tuesday has arrived... to the confessional, shall we? Dear Reader~ I'm glad you came along. Misery loves company. Just kidding!  ...

Divisions according to gender should apply only to changing-rooms and public toilets – because of natural bashfulness. In poetry, there is n...

Image by Francesca Woodman Don' t dare look past my flesh self ignoring what discomfort troubles you. I've come out s...

There are times I remember the nightly news framed in a seriousness and we all watched. I would come home from school  and the others the...

A storm is threatening if that is possible in this drought inflicted Midwest.  We are already a day late - let's hurry to the confess...

In bony avoidance I hide from the possible. Still my mind is well aware of what it prefers not to accept. Would be surrender, disap...

We have a natural right to make use of our pens as of our tongue, at our peril, risk and hazard. ~ Voltare

This morning the ground was wet with fresh rain, I caught sight of  geese across the street on the ball diamond.  The rain would soon di...

The following are representative bits, notes, quotes, writings  from my journal July 16 to present. 7/16 - fey - pronounced (fay). Adjec...

It's Tuesday and them means time to head to the confessional. Won't you join me? Dear Reader, It's been another week sin...

The ancient Greeks felt poetry and sport went hand in hand at athletic festivals like the Olympics. Poets sang the praises of athletic champ...

Will I look back on the summer as the summer of discontent? The heat, the lack of rain, a time when the leadership (with a small l) in...

Rain fell overnight and surprisingly I recognized its remnants this morning.

It's Tuesday... Tuesday, got that?  (this is for my own benefit) Dear Reader: It's been a week since my last confession. Another h...

Figure Eight, 1952 by Franz Kline The center of balance shifts. An axis that wobbles. A toe scuff here, there; a bit of fla...

A poem I wrote several years ago found a home in River Poets Journal  Spring-Summer 2012 . At this link you will find a a pdf file of the en...

It's seems to me that times like these often become a compass  for us.  The tragic Colorado shootings reach beyond victims and family ...

Street artists are targeting advertising billboards in a new movement nicknamed 'brandalism' for a Subvertising Campaign.  And what ...

Jeannine is the new Poet Laureate of Redmond, Washington a city just a stones throw from Seattle, Washington.  Speaking of throwing stones, ...

Well, it's been a week since my last confession. Shall we head to the box? Dear Reader: It's been a strange week. Some highs and...

Utility is the dream of every poem, large or small. Does each word carry, embryonically, the intent of the entire poem? Dave Smith, Local As...

Artwork by Jack Vettriano Another event- the compulsory making an appearance. When does he dress for an outing with me; ...

What better way to start the weekend then to come home and find something poetry related in the mail. On the basis of a blog post recommen...

 Eleven hours and 7,000 dominoes later

Dear Reader, Another week has come and gone. It's Confession Tuesday and MLB All-Star game night here in Kansas City. I confess I...

Chilmark Hay, 1951 by Thomas Hart Benton Golden goose-bumps rise  from the sagging country side awaiting collection. They are...

A few clouds move in and attempt to provide cover from the sun but there are too few and the so has such a bold August like attitude for...