Stupid Flowers by Brice Maiurro: A Review 

Stupid Flowers by Brice Maiurro 


My Rating: 4/5 stars

Publisher: Punch Drunk Press 

Published: 2017

Recieved: Ecopy from the author in exchange for an honest review. 

Poetry. Brice Maiurro is a poet out of Denver, Colorado who performs regularly at events throughout the front range. His poems have previously been featured in various places including the Denver Post, Birdy Magazine and Suspect Press. In his first collection, Brice Maiurro takes us poem by poem through different life experiences ranging from the mundane to the divine, the funny and the dark. 

Musings: 

So much of this poetry book is absolutely gorgeous, but not in any way that could be remotely considered typical. The poems that resonated most with me were the ones I could never possibly expect and there were many of those. 

I will share with you one of my favorites. 


I don’t know why Bird #2 felt so powerful to me. I think that maybe I was thinking of a person taking the time to play a jazz song in the middle of nowhere for a cow and realizing that the song being played was from a bird. I also think it was from thinking how beautiful it must be that birds sing mindlessly everywhere all the time and most definitely at one time or another for a cow. The thought of a cow approciateing the birds song made me smile and made me hope that somewhere out there a cow is mooing to its family about the bird that sang him or her the most beautiful jazz song they’ve ever heard. 

It was so the stuff like this that made me feel like this book was absolutely genius. Poetry is hard sometimes because it really can be a hit or miss and to keep coming up with a line of amazing poetry is difficult, but Brice certainly did his job. 

Then there were poems like Date With a Beautiful Woman (Where I Turn Into a Were wolf) that really made me go wow. This poem in particular felt like a surreleast and Freudian piece that mixed reality and a dreamlike state to create something that shed light into the figurative mind of a man on a date. Which I completely adored! 

I could go on and on discussing specific poems and what meanings they revealed to me, but I genuinely hope for you to check out this book and see for yourselves how you feel about it. I will be the first to say Inloved this book and the poet in me is now itching for me to write. 

Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoyed my review. If your interesting in reading and/or getting into poetry.. I 100% recommend you read Stupid Flowers. It is such a cool short poetry book. 

-Till next time!

What is Reality? 


“There is no such thing as originality.”

Gone is going towards the thing you’ve always wanted most.

Wind is the thing that feels best when your going against it.

Time is a ticking clock that is there but always forgotten.

Society is a word built and reinforced by a group of people with no individuals. 

A mug is the half-filled cup you sipped one night.  Made empty when my eyes opened and I turned alone in my bed and you were gone again.

Sucks that I was never the person you wanted most. 
Thanks for reading! Let me know your thoughts on this down in the comments! I don’t know why, but I’m really happy with myself for this one. I hope you enjoyed. 

-Till next time! 

National Poetry Month: Sonnet 130


Shakespeare intrigues me. He intrigues me in the way that if he was alive today I would befriend him and find that he is probably the mixture of a geek and a dork and I would love that. I say this because from my minimal experience of his work has lead me to that conclusion. He seems to lack a bit of tact though he is not without wit and he has a sense of humor about him. 

This Sonnet is the embodiment of who I believe Shakespeare to be. He teases his love in this peace and in no small way I adore him for it. The couples I love tend to tease one another in this sort of way and it feels so warm to me to think that Shakespeare acted in this way as well. 
Thank you all for reading! Let me know your thoughts in the comments. I know this is a bit of a weird post, but I’ve been thinking about mister Shakespeare quite a bit lately and this was one of the things I would think about most. 

Also I’m curious, what are your thoughts on Romeo and Juliet? I haven’t read it, but I’m on the fence about weather or not I should give it a chance. 

-Till next time! 

A Lovers Tale: National Poetry Month


In the veil

Of forgotten nights 

We find love 

In each other’s eyes 

We see our truths 

Past the shore 

Learning of forbidden lore 

Being who we truly are 

Soul to soul 

Heart to heart 

No secrets kept 

No tales untold 

Being together as one 

In the land of old
Thank you so much for reading! I’m feeling inspired by fantasy and dreams and hopes and wonder. I hope you enjoyed this poem! Let me know your thoughts in the comments. 

-Till next time!

Can’t Breathe: National Poetry Month


A constriction of air in my head 

A pressure beyond I can contest

An anxiety building out of control

A feeling that is full of undeniable fear 
I pace and rage 

What can I do 

How can I fix

This terrible feel
It burns and hurts restricting my chest 

A fish in water yet can’t breathe none the less

Helplessness and intensity stabs at me 

Ohh how I wish my airways wouldn’t fail me 
Let me breathe 

Clear the path

Calm the storm 

That’s a wrap
Thanks for reading!!! I honestly feel like this way too often. I hope you enjoyed this short poem. 

-Till next time! 

An Atypical Mother


She lit herself on fire to give life to her new born babe. The babe cried out screeching in its ashy fate. The young one picked up its head and flew out into the mountain air. She was her mother and her mother was she and though young she knew what she had to do. She danced in the air her alabaster eyes shining embracing the sky about her. She was born to be strong. Born to survive hundreds of years out of sight. 

-Till next time!

National Poetry Month: One of my Favorite Poems


The Two-Headed Calf
Tomorrow when the farm boys find this

freak of nature, they will wrap his body

in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
But tonight he is alive and in the north

field with his mother. It is a perfect

summer evening: the moon rising over

the orchard, the wind in the grass. And

as he stares into the sky, there are

twice as many stars as usual.
Laura Gilpin 

This is a poem I was recently introduced to by a poet that came to my college creative writing class named Linda Dove. This poem captured an essence of something and is so incredibly sad but at the same time beautiful. 

I figured because it is National Poetry Month that I should share this with all of you. I hope it impacts you as it impacted me. 

I would love to hear what you think of it in the comments! 

-Tiana Wolfe

My Life 


The red bird sings at midnight 

Mourning for its beige counterpart 

I talked with my mom then she went silent 

She doesn’t mourn for me anymore 

Why must a woman be feathered in colors? 

Why must a gander be luminous? 

I went home to my bed and closed my eyes 

A good Christian opens the Latch of father’s door 

I don’t mind leaving it closed forever 
I had a mourning dove once 

It’s cooing called to me each days morning

But that cat a pet of my neighbors 

Hated to see life stay alive 

The head was lost from the body 

And I cried I cried I cried  
When I see a bird jump in on concrete I wonder if it wants to die 

It always looks mindless and stupid asking for something playing in a scattered mind 

I also wonder why my heart tightens for it 

Shouldn’t it get what it wants 

but then I think no, humanity must always be God 
I heard the call 

Coah Coo Coo Coo

It’s sharpness tethering me to a memory 

Coah Coo Coo Coo 

I saw a dove with black diamonds 

I stilled to hear its song

Coah Coo Coo Coo  

She stared at me before spiriting away

Somehow she still stays
Their soft drawn out calls sound like laments 

A man makes a phone call to his wife 

A child waits on the doorstep of his school

A stranger smiles 

The call is answered 

The stranger laughs he laughs he laughs
Thanks for reading! This is a bit of experimental poetry for you determine the meaning for yourself. Let me know what you think of it!

-Till next time!

World Poetry Day: My Love for Annabel Lee 

Today is a day of celebration, lyrical thought, and appreciation for one of my favorite things in the world POETRY! 

However I couldn’t celebrate this day without sharing my favorite poem from the master himself Edgar Allen Poe. 


Annabel Lee

By Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago, 

   In a kingdom by the sea, 

That a maiden there lived whom you may know 

   By the name of Annabel Lee; 

And this maiden she lived with no other thought 

   Than to love and be loved by me. 
I was a child and she was a child, 

   In this kingdom by the sea, 

But we loved with a love that was more than love— 

   I and my Annabel Lee— 

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven 

   Coveted her and me. 
And this was the reason that, long ago, 

   In this kingdom by the sea, 

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling 

   My beautiful Annabel Lee; 

So that her highborn kinsmen came 

   And bore her away from me, 

To shut her up in a sepulchre 

   In this kingdom by the sea. 
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, 

   Went envying her and me— 

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, 

   In this kingdom by the sea) 

That the wind came out of the cloud by night, 

   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. 
But our love it was stronger by far than the love 

   Of those who were older than we— 

   Of many far wiser than we— 

And neither the angels in Heaven above 

   Nor the demons down under the sea 

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul 

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams 

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes 

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side 

   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, 

   In her sepulchre there by the sea— 

   In her tomb by the sounding sea.
I LOVE this poem! This is the type of passion and love that I can celebrate. A love so powerful and so pure that even in death he stays with her. I love the youth of it and the passion of it and the beauty of its repetive yet slowly changing nature. I love the story. The jealous angels that took her away from him to have her for themselves. The melancholy and dark beauty of everything that surrounds this poem and how it makes my heart race just thinking about it. 

Poetry always gets to me, but nothing has made me stop in my tracks and made me feel as emotional as this poem has and it puts a smile on my face. 

As much as I wanted to write a poem for World Poetry Day I feel like it would do an injustice to the greatness of the poem I love so much, from a man who is an incredible inspiration to me. I’d call Poe a dark romantic. There is something so honest about his pieces and one day I will own a book of his complete works. 

Gosh I need to read more Poe! 

Anyway, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this post and read Annabel Lee many many times (it is required reading). Happy World Poetry Day! Let me know what some of your favorite poems are! I’d love to read them!

-Till next time!

Announcing My Camp Nanowrimo Project! 

The time is almost upon us! Legions of writers coming together for a single month to write as many words as their fingers and time will allow. Camp Nanowrimo! 

I have not successfully completed any Nanowrimo of any kind since I tried for the first time a in 2015. However, I am trying once more and this time I feel confident that I can conquer this beast that has been plaguing me since my mom ignited the writing bug inside me not so long ago. 

I am 18 years old, a short unedited novel under my belt and a poetic heart to share with the world. I refuse to let myself give in to the temptation that is procrastination, because if I do not write, I am silencing an aching part of my soul. 

So I am proud to announce my participation in this April’s Camp Nanowrimo!

May the Lord guide me and keep me on the right path. 

I have chosen to write a poetry book this time around. Poetry is what sparked my love for writing and it’s only write that my first successful Camp Nanowrimo is a book of poetic thought. 

My word count goal for this month is 25,000 words. I already have 1,368 words written towards this book and whatever number that I end up with before Camp starts will be added with the 25,000 so I stay true to the process. 

Here is a single poem to give the tinest taste of what kind of tone I want this book to take:

You spoke sugar words into my mouth 

Brought me to life with you’re black poison

I was tethered to you by affirmations 

You said I was pretty, smart, courageous 

My heart grew for your own 

Yet you used my love for your advantage 

You knew I would follow you to the depths 

And to the depths you took me 

Destroying me with your sought after addictions
In my head it will be a mix of societal call outs. Our hearts obsessions and being the subject of oppression. It will be dark. It will hurt and it will not be pretty. I’m so excited to write this book! 

Thanks for reading! Please let me know your thoughts on this poetry book and any suggestions for themes or any specific issues you would like for me to cover around Obsession and oppression. Also let me know if you would be interested in a bit of darker poetry at all and if you like the vibe the poem I included here gives off. Thanks for being here and for the continued support! Let me know if your joining or thinking of joining Camp Nanowrimo! My cabin still needs members so I’d love it if you could join me!

-Till next time!