Antony King

Joined October 2018

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Bio

Antony King, a published poet from Eastern Kentucky. His work can be found in SpillWords, Rye Whiskey Review, and piker press to name a few. His books are available at B&N.com and Amazon.com

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Stories (14/0)

Good Old Neighbors
Good Old Neighbors Neighbors… It’s 7 AM in the fucking morning. Really? Screaming and yelling… Pure fucking chaos. Who cares, who takes who to school!
By Antony King5 years ago in Poets
Going to Who Knows Where
Going to Who Knows Where A morning walk, down busy streets People bumping into one another I make my way down subway steps
By Antony King5 years ago in Poets
Dragon Lady
Did you ever notice... That some people, Seem to take their jobs Way too serious. From the postman... Who has a God complex
By Antony King5 years ago in Poets
Tis the Season
Tis the season... Ya, ya, ya. Ho fucking ho! Those trees... The lights, Jesus, the electric bills. Screw that! Shit...
By Antony King5 years ago in Poets
Holiday Blues
Oh look Company for the neighbors. Home for the holidays. Good luck with that. I'd rather be strapped to the speakers Of a snoop dawg concert.
By Antony King5 years ago in Poets
School Daze
The circus must be in town All the ruckus going on… I go to my front window Nope… It is the neighborhood hoodlums. They must be out of school.
By Antony King5 years ago in Poets
They Said
They Said Try it, they said… You’ll like it, they said… I tried it. Screw this. Who are they? Dumbasses… With too much time on their hands.
By Antony King5 years ago in Poets
Three Thirty
Three thirty isn’t so bad When there is someone next to you Someone that cares Or, at least asks… Why you are up? Are you ok?
By Antony King5 years ago in Poets
A Life of Mondays
One thing never changes Mondays always suck. They suck because… it is the start of another long week A long drawn out week
By Antony King5 years ago in Poets
Courage and the Cat
I awoke this morning From a sound sleep Afraid… I don’t know why, But I am afraid. I finish off a stale beer by the bed,
By Antony King5 years ago in Poets
Comfort of a Chair
Dust bugs flying wildly In the window's morning sun, It is time to wake already? Another day… I hate the feel of mornings
By Antony King6 years ago in Poets
Baseball and Fireflies
The crack of the bat The announcers boring voice, ‘’A single blooper to left field!’’ The look on my father’s face… Ecstasy.
By Antony King6 years ago in Poets