Welcome to my site! You'll find here a storehouse for the fragments of my creativity. I've included collections of my color-pencil sketches and poetry, and there's also a smattering of short fiction and essay. You can also check out my blog Caught In The Stream, which I'll continue to maintain as a place to post current work and personal updates.
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Written by Francis Scudellari
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My heart is a squishy stone I toss out across this green-gray gloss mosquitoes skim but the odds were always slim it would skip with any vim given its mix of bulges and irregular beats Let’s not mention that surprising lack of heft currently keeping it afloat There it lies not quite flat a maroon lily pad I’ll lay piddling wagers some nomadic creature can make a home Maybe the crawdad whose squeak nothing like a fog-horn warns, “Frog dress is on the marsh” I swear I can hear her bull groaning, “The slippery bitch can’t stay clothed” Newly hitched this bogged-down daddy’s got a passel of polliwogs to feed and he needs the lean of her tender slimy legs for support The crickets and I might inwardly snigger but from such small giggles bred is the manly laugh of strife and that’s when my heart slinks slowly back |
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Written by Francis Scudellari
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Jessica Feeney's face, the first thing everyone looked at, was like a mask. I looked at her, then away, and then back at her. I couldn't believe I was looking at the face of someone alive. —From "Fire Girl" by Tony Abtott
When I saw her, I didn’t see a girl who girlish wants to laugh and dance and breathe in the song of fall scents the smiles of dainty sunshine What I saw was a drumbeat those questions I had to keep flat-foot stomped down deep or I’d blurt them out the dozen how could’s one hundred why would’s and a lone what should this girl do to make it stop That’s when it finally did and what I saw was me uncovering my eyes |
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Written by Francis Scudellari
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What’s mine is yours what isn’t all his possessed cheap and passed on needle deeds to pour out the thimbles- full fitting nimbly in the shallow dimples of a love’s distressed palm.
Its clutch of fare- well will break hers down to beggared bits so nebulous ours can’t keep from advancing matters and oh how theirs gets circulated energetically. |
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that gurgling brown hunger you feel deep down it wasn’t you god knows who put it there no it’s only natural it was she who planted the initial seed grown up into a succulent leaf frowning nature abhors a vacuum and she wouldn’t couldn’t endear herself any more if you sustained such a saddeningly blank space she’s given you the device for devising wickedly clever ways of consuming it would be a godless shame to leave the engine idling now what you eat doesn’t mean as much as the act of eating itself actively naming god’s creatures great small may not give you dominion or merit ownership but ingesting them sure does dainty fingered sentimentality lost her privileged place when steely eyed invention serendipitously shoved a crappy cushion throne up to your table’s edge it’s a divine and kingly right to take your fill with hands nimbly fashioned for taking all that’s managed eon after eon to crawl out of a world engendering slime until there’s nothing left but the awful runny pallid mucous you’ll sneak back to sated at last |
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Written by Francis Scudellari
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let us join hands you and i and tramp down this falling away road new paved with over-baked schemes and the shattered windshield glass from a dream car we left for dead many miles back every tire including the spare had blown and they still hiss their casual tunes while popped-out flesh-tone hoses dangle and sprinkle a rainbow gloss on black-rimmed puddles it’s a cause for deepening joy these shallows won’t dry up in either of our weened lifetimes moisten your lips dear and make that pineapple-sweet whistle i love to taste when i dare to plant my tongue there the food’s long gone and pots are now for banging we’ve lost our way and maps are made for shredding into playfully themed streamers we’ll tie in our hair as we dance off the waning silky heat of a too-late summer the sun’s dial is flipping and bound by those zeros we’ve gotta go but it’s best we’re brought low together |
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Written by Francis Scudellari
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when I go it will be impossibly late and I’ll leave you not multi-talented bars or pairs of randy ingots itching to procreate in a splendid explosion of golden delight what I’ll leave you is a stale-air larder filled just this once by dully packaged thoughts and duller feelings when I have them they could only couple if enlivened with musical prodding or the sigh effecting benefits from hands full of mood-altering pharmaceuticals so please yourself instead and don’t put them to any use bury them deep better yet pile them high on Pyrrhic pyres where the gathering scorch will send down leaden puddles while precious platinum curls rise up to trickle trickster tears my greatest possible reward |
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Written by Francis Scudellari
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a man cloaked in dust bitten rays skip down the rude lit hall as a voice calls to him Run your fitful bow across my cracked teacup mouth and draw forth a loosed leaf smile At first I dismiss it as contrived twaddle one might hear in settings where silk roses bloom on synthetic counter islands or a cloth lily wrecks on its maiden voyage mid-way through a copper sink's bounded blue but cigarette tip joy burns peep holes into my cottony resistance It's a compact thrill as dense as the peach pit my tooth struck to chip that once Such piquant frissons dissipate into damply aromatic trickles when the man replies with a tartly rolled lavender bud ready to burst its pink I've the heart of a wobbly kneed boy about to pull back the tulle cloud on an auburn morn's feathery bathers Petaled girdle strewn on the slippery rock path leads up to her dewy lap where luminescent splayed fingers lay printed hymns as ash trimmed logs fall from his fatty lips and I take the house sparrow's hasty cue to flap a skyward exit out from the bony white glow of his unfulfilling promises |
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