Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Desire
From this, the brutalist of winters I hope to emerge into a beautiful Spring full of life, love, meaning...and most of all desire.
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Saturday, March 8, 2008
Never, Ever Pay to Enter a Poetry Contest
Attention poets! We are now accepting submissions for the Gadfly Poetry Contest. First prize is $100. Second prize is $25. Third prize is a copy of the Gadfly Poetry Journal. Please submit up to five poems of no more than 20 lines. Entry fee is $10 for first poem plus a reading fee of $5 for each...
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Friday, January 4, 2008
Hungover, Friday, nine a.m.
Fish and chips hot, greasy crisp, fried golden splashed with malt vinegar And a squeeze of lemon Sounds really, really good right now.
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Sunday, December 16, 2007
The Crushed Dreams of a Farmer In a Skyscraper
I remember I was a farmer in my grown up dreams But I have forsaken the land and made many wrong decisions And my fears forsook me: no land, no farmer. But thwarted Destiny drives in on her tractor sometimes and rattles my chains saying, "See, this is what could have been: The sky overhead,...
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Friday, December 14, 2007
Scandanavian Dream
The world has been too much with me this week: Birth and Death on my mind in the presence of tears and the absence of love. It has caused me to be sick and the past few nights I have gone to bed troubled. But sometime this morning I dreamed of standing with her at the big window Of a clean house...
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Monday, November 19, 2007
Literary House Keeping
I want to sit down and write the dimpled darling of this year's literary world. But first I must cook my dinner: A wonderfully savory supper of sauer kraut and cajun sausage Fried up in a pan; plenty of worstchestire and red pepper doused on for seasoning, then fried to a little bit of burn in some...
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Sunday, July 29, 2007
He Belongs To The Ages
If you ever wondered if an American was loved around the world Go to Washington D.C., to the Lincoln Memorial Walk up the steps across the stone where Martin Luther King said "I have a dream" Walk into the shade of the large Grecian temple and see him sitting there Eyes cast down in sublime thought,...
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Thursday, June 28, 2007
Thoughts Of An Old Man WIth Cataracts (revised older poem)
My smoke destroyed lungs hold a breath of life I long to remember, when I was a young man and lived in a different country: That lost time of green shirts, body odor and fishing caps on the lake in Spring. May - when I'm ready to live again; American beer drunk from cans Fish scaled with spoons...
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Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Women
I like women. Speaking physically I love the way they are shaped, the way their skin feels like the softest, cleanest warm cotton sheet on a cold night when I am very tired, the way they smell when they are fresh clean and after they have sweated and earth smells reveal her organic nature. I love...
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Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Great Destruction Of The Limestone Earth
The battle which was all but won was lost with the setting sun On the second day of the year that would bring The climax of the nation’s suffering Through the blown out stumps of fields they charged Toward the river that soon filled with blood In an hour 1,800 fell From 52 canons placed on the hill...
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