Announcement (3/24/2014)

Announcement:

It brings me great disappointment to have to announce that I learned on Friday morning that my cancer has returned, this time in my right lung. As of now, the only method of treatment is chemotherapy. I want to first thank everyone for their support in the last year during my first battle with cancer. I will remain persistently busy with work at Spilt Ink Poetry, diligently helping poets publish their work, as well as attending college. I look forward to releasing Spilt Ink Poetry’s Inaugural Newsletter in April, as well as working on the (re)publication of Melissa Medina’s first book of poetry. I am also collaborating on an erotic chapbook of poetry with Elizabeth Castaneda. Further, I have also signed on as an editor for Melinda Cochrane International Motivational Magazine: Summer Edition, 2014.

As I mentioned, I will remain actively involved in publishing, and I will reign victorious in my second battle with cancer. Thank you all again for your continued support, friends, family, poets and poetry lover!

Respectfully, Charles Banks, Jr.

 

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Beauty of Butterflies

I remember walking in haste
One sunny day in May,
As many of us often do—
Unattached from nature.
It was chance, I guess,
Or fate, I assume—though
I’ve always relied on the empirical,
That I stopped by this particular garden.
Rich in flowers and bushes,
It was like having an optical orgasm.
I fixated on a group of butterflies,
Five or six, resting on a bush with
Strange flowers. They were striking
Shades of red and purple and orange.
I found a connection with them.
“Maybe I am a butterfly!” I thought.
Maybe cancer is like the lifecycle of a butterfly.
Maybe my life before cancer is like
The caterpillar before the butterfly.
I remember smiling for the first time
In ages it seemed. I had something
To look forward to, life as a butterfly perhaps,
Colorful and vibrant, after the cocoon of cancer.

© 2013 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Curiosity
Published online at Cadence Collective: Long Beach Poets.

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The Love I Desire (Writing as Curiosity)

 

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The Love I Desire

Boiled
Passionate
Unsolicited
Exposed to society
Unscripted kind of love.

Disobedient
Indisputable
Repulsive to others
Fourth of July kind of love.

Defiant
Eternal
Dangerous
Living-on-the-edge
Risky business kind of love.

Envious
Seductive
Unable to fathom
Soap opera kind of love.

© 2014 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Curiosity
All Rights Reserved

A Leaf Dried (Writing as Curiosity)

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A Leaf Dried
 
A leaf dried
Stepped on
Purposely
Scattered self.
 
Everything is dried
Parched goods
Loses life.
 
My heart
My trust
My reality.
 
Hope
Flutters by
Deserts…
 
A companion?
Another leaf dried?
 
Someone to share in the loneliness.
 
© 2014 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Curiosity
All Rights Reserved

Concrete Promises (Valentine’s Day Discount!)

Good news, followers! Concrete Promises is available on eBay and PayPal for a Valentine’s Day discount! ($7.00) Head on over and pick up a signed copy for a significant other! It will make for a wonderful gift! PayPal payments send to spiltinkpoetry@hotmail.com.

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Here’s an excerpt from Concrete Promises:
 
CAPTAIN SAVIOR
He beats her with emotional jabs,
Sets her up with the charming left,
Then the dashing right comes promptly after.
He punctures her gentle soul with splinters,
Slowing sucking away her grace.
She is blinded by youthful love,
Unable to register the truth.
Time after time again
She is made out to be the fool,
Oblivious to all his goddamn lies.
His infidelities tear her to shreds,
Crumbling a once pure-hearted woman
To her freshly scabbed knees.
It is my job
To restore faith upon her soul.
It is my job
To give life to her waning trust.
My job is to pull the wool from her eyes
And force her to accept the truth.
My job is to wipe away the salty tears
And blow hope upon the scars left behind
From the emotional jabs of past love.
© 2013 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Curiosity
Excerpt from Concrete Promises
Published by Spilt Ink Poetry
All Rights Reserved.
 
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Never Fade Away (Writing as Curiosity)

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Never Fade Away
Never fade into the abyss
Never drift in the breeze like a falling leaf.
Always rise above avalanches of distraction
Always drift with direction.
Never fade like the last rays of daylight
Never drift on a broken sailboat in shallow waters.
Always shine brightly in the imminence of darkness
Always captain your ship during treacherous storms.
Never fade with the most impossible of ambitions
Never drift on your disbelief.
Always cling to your hopes and dreams
Always savor each victory like fine wine.
Never fade and never waver
Never drift and never fold.
Always shine and always stand sturdy
Always have purpose and always win.
© 2013 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Curiosity

Two Days Left…

Happy Sunday, all! There’s only two days left to get a signed copy of Concrete Promises, my romantic chapbook of poetry at the holiday price of $5.00! Head on over to eBay or send payments via Paypal to spiltinkpoetry@hotmail.com!!!  http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=121244318324
– Charles Banks, Jr.
Here’s an excerpt from Concrete Promises:
HER VOICE, THE GENTLE SPRING RAIN

Her voice is the gentle spring rain,
Brushes of wind against the pure white sails
On the sailboat I made with my own bare hands.

Her voice is the ocean’s serene waves
Masturbating each grain of my anxiety;
Strokes of heavenly bliss as the illicit
Moans of pleasure escape the depths of pain.

Her voice is a timid lover’s sweaty palm,
A warm embrace I feel against
My cheek whenever I blush with doubt.

Her voice is the gentle spring rain,
Tears upon the window pane as
I stare below at the silhouette of a goddess
Departing into the midnight’s obscured lights.

Her voice is like sounds of 6:00 AM,
Love birds chirping in a nearby tree,
Tea kettles whistling on the stove,
A tender lover’s good morning salutation.

© 2013 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Curiosity

Excerpt from Concrete Promises
Published by Spilt Ink Poetry

Concrete Promises (Cover)

Head Above Water (Writing as Curiosity)

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Head above Water
You’ve seen me at my absolute worst
You’ve seen my obvious imperfections
You’ve seen me at rock bottom.
 
Now see me clean and smitten for life!
 
You’ve seen me slip on banana peels
You’ve seen my shaky judgment
You’ve seen me make alleyway transactions.
 
Now see me clean and smitten for life!
 
You’ve seen me fall prey to pills
You’ve seen my demons firsthand
You’ve seen me in my beggar’s state.
 
Now see me clean and smitten for life!
 
You’ve seen me throw around denial
You’ve seen my waned confidence
You’ve seen me at my absolute dirtiest.
 
Now see me clean and smitten for life!
 
© 2013 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Curiosity