Scott Thomas Outlar‘s Poems

Peaches ‘n Cream


I have a song for the rain

and more respect to the wind

that carries your sorrows to bay


Meet me where the senate rules

where granules and specks

of little white lies

are magnified

to mount defense


and sometimes the mirror

of criminal projection

shines sharpest

during reciprocation


Meet me where the house divides

where grapevines measure proportion

of tragic last cries

and ruins

aren’t always well-remembered


Empty Calories


Sugar in the wounds

Sugar on the scabs

Sugar in the eyes

Sugar through the blood


Sugar in the chocolate

Sugar on the tongue

Sugar in the bread

Sugar from the lips


but the bones need minerals

else they become brittle


and the potion must be bitter

if it’s brewed to truly heal


Sugar in the sermons

Sugar on the mountain

Sugar in the oranges

Sugar through the teeth


spit into the dirt

where all good seeds must grow


planted in the soil

with candy and herbs alike


Of Tombs and Choirs


This body is a graveyard

worms swarm the dirt, kiss dead eyes


A million cells perish by the second

gold star dust doesn’t dare to shine


Dress the bones up nice in a suit

and send them out to flash a smile


Cadavers dance best when broken

despite ankles twisting beneath the weight


Starving bellies bloat to rupture

toss a few spare scraps to the gallows


This flesh is a prison sentence

spelled out in the wake of dreams


Oceans unexplored churn silent

swallow, spit, rinse, repeat high tide


Feast on scales but leave the salmon

upstream, new moon, old blood sacrifice


Tie a noose around the collar

all vertebrae hang in a dog eat dog


This world is a mass burial hymn

notes that scorch teeth, tongue, and womb


Give & Take


It’s interesting

how the black void

of absolute

nothingness and despair

that traumatized you

with terror as a child


turned out to be

the same exact

space of consciousness

found in meditation

that saved your soul

as a thirty-year-old


Prison Break


In cages

there grows


malignant tumors or

true freedom


From silence

comes forth

ancient monsters or

enlightened wonders


and the tongue is black

but filled with painful beauty


and the voice is harsh

but riddled with new horizons.


Scott Thomas Outlar is originally from Atlanta, Georgia. He now lives and writes in Frederick, Maryland. His work has been nominated multiple times for both the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. He guest-edited the Hope Anthology of Poetry from CultureCult Press as well as the 2019-2023 Western Voices editions of Setu Mag. He is the author of seven books, including Songs of a Dissident (2015), Abstract Visions of Light (2018), Of Sand and Sugar (2019), and Evermore (2021 – written with co-author Mihaela Melnic). Selections of his poetry have been translated and published in 14 languages. He has been a weekly contributor at Dissident Voice for the past eight and a half years. More about Outlar’s work can be found at

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