Dr. Hurley’s Digest, Vol. III, Issues 15-17

We’ve had some great  new writers as well as old hands at Snake-Oil HQ over the past two weeks. Here’s what you missed:

 

Monday – Poetry

Wednesday – Poetry

Friday – Fiction

Friday – Poetry

 

Stay tuned for some exciting Dr. H news coming up over the next couple weeks!

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The New Machine

I’d
Much
Rather
Use
A
Mop

Than
A
Fancy
Machine
Step
Me
Up
Because
It
Cusses
And
Fusses
And
Falls
Apart
And
Cost
A
Pretty
Buck
When
All
You
Need
Is
A
Stick
And
Yarn
Like
Strings
That
Will
Do
The
Job
And
Quickly
Without
Complaint.

 

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Danny P. Barbare is a Southerner living in Greenville, SC. His poetry has recently been included in Raven Images and Indigo Rising Magazine. He says he likes going on long walks, enjoying writing poetry in free verse style. His submissions to Dr. Hurley’s Snake-Oil Cure can be found here.

Dr. Hurley’s Digest, Vol. III, Issue 12

Check out what you missed this week at Dr. Hurley HQ.


Monday – Poetry

Wednesday – Art

Friday – Smithsonian

More to come next week.

On the Dock

Are
You
Shallow
Or
Deep

Says
The
Water
Slow
To
Get
To
Know
Before
You
Dive
In
Elusive
As
Fish
But
Warm
To
The
Toes
From
The
Muddy
Banks
To
The
Golden
Glow.
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Danny P. Barbare is a Southerner living in Greenville, SC. His poetry has recently been included in Raven Images and Indigo Rising Magazine. He says he likes going on long walks, enjoying writing poetry in free verse style. His submissions to Dr. Hurley’s Snake-Oil Cure can be found here.

The Pizza Restaurant

Sitting in a pizza restaurant wedded
For ten years, young couples
Chattering away, I guess
Ten years is not much though,
But me and my wife are satisfied
With the window, cars passing
By on a cloudy day, as we
Mention a few things here and
There, enjoying the evening
As we don’t have to talk you
Know, comfortable in our own
Skins, she never really laughs
That doesn’t make her any
Less beautiful, the way we fit
Around each other like a ring
Both of us quiet, never wondering
What’s going on with each other
Because we use body language
And right now these Canadian
Geese are quiet beautiful, there
Pleasant colors as they fly over
Always in formation as if like each
Of us riding on each others wing tips.

Cutting Fruit

Knives slipping through the fruit. We
can barely keep ourselves,
Sweet juice, pineapple, that one
At the store all alone, yellow to the
Core, my wife sweet on me,
Because I was with her, picked
It with my nose and how soft it was
Felt like I was in the tropics, nowhere
Near the mountain’s, paradise in a
Bite, and honey dew, just like its name
Crisp, soft and white,  they will be
On skewers tomorrow, strawberries
And blueberries and cantaloupe,
A going away party, to dip in
That marshmallow cream, and make
Everybody happy, content
A hell of a lot more natural than
A birthday cake, a chunk to dance
Upon the tongue and make everyone
Feel like cotton candy at the state fair.