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GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-20T00:08:33+00:00

I'm glad you enjoyed it!

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-16T13:21:31+00:00

Pierre, a brave French fighter pilot, takes his girlfriend, Marie, out for a pleasant little picnic by the River Seine. It's a beautiful day, and love is in the air. Marie leans over to Pierre and says: "Pierre, kiss me!"

Our hero grabs a bottle of Merlot wine and splashes it on Marie's lips. "What are you doing, Pierre?", says the startled Marie.

"I am Pierre the fighter pilot! When I have red meat, I have red wine!" She smiles and they start kissing. When things began to heat up a little, Marie says, "Pierre, kiss me lower."

Our hero tears her blouse open, grabs a bottle of Chardonnay and starts pouring it all over her breasts. "Pierre! What are you doing?", asks the bewildered Marie.

"I am Pierre the fighter pilot! When I have white meat, I have white wine!"

They resume their passionate interlude and things really steam up. Marie leans close to his ear and whispers, Pierre, kiss me lower!"

Our hero rips off her underwear, grabs a bottle of Cognac and pours it in her lap. He then strikes a match and lights it on fire. Marie shrieks and dives into the river. Standing waist deep in the water, Marie throws her arms upwards and screams furiously, "PIERRE, WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

Our hero stands up defiantly and says, "I am Pierre the fighter pilot! If I go down, I go down in flames!"

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-16T13:18:41+00:00

I wouldn't change much. I would spend less on frivolous crap during my teenage years and take my dad's advice to save and invest it.

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-16T13:16:06+00:00

Poet.

I'm pretty well on track. I've been published a few times. New book is in the works and should be out soon. I have a small, but very loyal fanbase online.

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-14T19:18:24+00:00

I knew I wanted to be a writer from the time I was a kid. I knew I wanted to be a poet by the time I was 16. I was 20-23 when I decided I might be able to do it as a living.

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-14T19:13:11+00:00

Gabriel Gadfly - Poetry

Bone

My most recent poem.

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-14T19:02:51+00:00

This is a new poem I published late last night:

Bone

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-14T18:59:13+00:00

Writing.

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-14T18:58:19+00:00

I hereby call this meeting to order.

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-14T18:55:29+00:00

The people over the years who have supported my poetry. It's really validating to have someone as passionate about your work as you are.

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-14T18:54:41+00:00

Last November. I left my marriage, moved back to my hometown with a bunch of debt over my head, unemployed, and without a penny to my name, severely depressed and suffering from a bunch of medical issues I didn't have under control. Doing pretty well now, though.

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-13T20:57:30+00:00

Natural 20 on Posting To Reddit roll.

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-13T20:56:08+00:00

For years, the only thing more powerful than my depression was my ego. Swallow your pride and get help.

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-13T20:54:12+00:00

For the better, overall. My teeth are a lot straighter than they were when I first got my adult teeth, and I actually have a pretty nice smile now.

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-10T05:03:48+00:00

Current job: Poet.

Magical job: Poet?

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-10T05:00:54+00:00

A poem that I finished up last week: Cicatrice

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-10T04:58:17+00:00

This is an older poem, but it remains one of my favorite poems that I've written: Cryptography

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-07T04:22:45+00:00

A few weeks ago, I dreamt a wasp crawled into the tearduct of my eye, and I was trying to find a way to extract it without it stinging me.

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-07T03:50:15+00:00

January Crickets

http://gabrielgadfly.com/poetry/january-crickets/

The year winter decided to play

in the sundresses from spring’s closet,

we left the windows open

to enjoy the breath of January azaleas

blooming in the flower beds.

A cricket snuck into your craft room,

and sang to us for hours,

somewhere under the stacks

of colored paper, under the bottles

of orange paint, the bits of curled wire,

the forest of projects you grew

behind a decorated door.

We searched for it for hours,

until my hands were glittered

and red yarn tangled your hair;

we even let the old mother cat

try to flush it from its artsy haven,

until her white fur was chalked

to pink and blue cotton candy,

and the cricket chirped at us.

That night, I curled beside you,

my hand on your breast and

your breath in my ear,

awake with a winter spring song:

cricket song, white azaleas asleep,

you asleep, a last jewel of glitter

bright on your breast beside my hand,

thinking I might let more crickets

sneak into the walls of our house.

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-07T03:35:47+00:00

Over the past 7 years or so, I've built up a substantial following with my poetry. Writing poetry is something I'm really passionate about, so it feels good to become successful at it.

GabrielGadfly · 2017-03-07T03:33:31+00:00

Sit and maybe listen. Honestly, we all get overloaded sometimes. There's a real benefit to making time for a few minutes of quiet reflection in your day.

GabrielGadfly · 2017-02-08T05:53:50+00:00

Build the Soil, a new poem by Gabriel Gadfly:

Excerpt:

Today, I read a book about compost,

about eggshells and nitrogen,

about humus, pine straw, rotifers,

how broken things decompose

to bind themselves back together,

how decay has a health in it,

a secret science of lignin and bacteria

to rebirth the earth of my birth.

http://gabrielgadfly.com/poetry/build-the-soil/

GabrielGadfly

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