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Emmitt Owens

Poems

  • Soundproofed Ego: The Spare Room Sessions

    Ethical Echoes: #7 In the cramped confines of his spare bedroom studio, Maxwell “Magnifi-Max” Jenkins hunched over his mixing board, convinced the world was merely days away from recognizing his undiscovered genius. The walls, plastered with unsold promotional posters of himself striking philosophical poses, vibrated as he recorded yet another eight-minute verse about the profound Read more

  • The Roundabout Bee

    Ethical Echoes: #3 In the quiet suburb of Meadowbrook, there lived a peculiar fellow named Arthur who, when asked direct questions about his whereabouts the previous evening, would invariably embark on lengthy, winding narratives about the weather patterns affecting his garden, or perhaps mention his cousin’s friend who once worked at a restaurant that might Read more

  • Squire the Chicken

    Ethical Echoes: #2 The farmyard knew Squire as the chicken who never quite said what he meant. When foxes prowled nearby, instead of sounding a clear alarm, he’d casually mention how lovely the henhouse looked that evening and perhaps everyone should admire it from inside. During feeding disputes, rather than confronting the greedy rooster, Squire Read more

  • Secrecy Signals Theft

    Creative reluctance can reveal deeper insecurities. Those who obsessively guard their work against plagiarism concerns might actually be projecting their own relationship with originality. In my opinion, this extreme secrecy often suggests they themselves may be plagiarizing someone else’s work and fear discovery through exposure. Authentic creators typically understand that sharing enables growth, feedback, and Read more

  • The Facebook Prophet

    Ethical Echoes: #1 Gary couldn’t understand why his Facebook friend count kept dwindling despite his constant stream of political memes and lengthy personal rants. “They just can’t handle authentic discourse,” he muttered while crafting another caps-lock tirade about society’s decline, never pausing to consider his posts might be divisive, poorly researched, or simply exhausting to Read more

  • Johnny Sixx: A Tragicomedy

       I’m Johnny Sixx, a rapper from Kentucky. At 42, I’m still not where I want to be. I was born in Louisville, where my mother was 22 and my sperm donor was 38. I miss you, pops—wherever you He’s still“out for cigarettes” after 42 years.   At the age of 5, I moved to South Read more

  • Stream of Consciousness 03272025

    Brain fog and clarity dance together as I stare at this blank page two hours into waking and already writing ideas swirl like autumn leaves too many to catch too scattered to organize my coffee sits abandoned cooling on the desk while I lose myself in the digital river of tumblr twitter facebook pinterest collecting Read more

  • Untitled

    I need no fortress for my safety,No ember’s glow to warm my bones,No guiding beacon through the darkness,I dance when thunder shakes the stones.I seek no proof to trust my knowing,No nods of praise to feel my worth,No final answers to life’s mysteries,From unknowns I extract new birth.My words flow honest, unfiltered,My actions stand without Read more

  • The Journey

    When you can stand tall in the face of failure,And see each setback as a chance to learn;When you can face your fears without wavering,Yet understand the wisdom in concern; When you can listen more than you are speaking,And find the truth in views you don’t embrace;When you can help another who is struggling,Without expecting Read more