18 Ergebnisse.

poetry about family, longing. the turn of a thigh. the long lost friend returning.

time to move i look at the original copy store original and it was # 3 in the sequence in 1989. now it is number 5 in the sequence. what makes it worthy. poems are better. the first layer of dancing in fargo which goes on and on and as yet hasn't ended. it advances the body of work another step and shows separation from the previous volumes and intimates that the following volumes are steps up the ladder

another book in the series. five out of six? six out of seven? can't recall now. but it is the expanding poetry that flooded from my brain on those hot dusty dakota plains so long ago this centers about the heady days of the protests of the war in vietnam, cambodia and here at home. i was there somewhat and when i did my copy store edition abbie hoffman died. that is the unifying theme and the reason for the title. has nothing to do with ab...

a volume of poetry first copy shop published in 1989 entered into multiple poetry contests contents acknowledged but never printed. the third volume of a series of seven. transcribed from bar napkins, old journals and typed on a manual smith corona. a part of a seven book series based on past writing sophomoric as it may be this is the volume that turns the corner for me. here i believe as does my editor Pati Bubach the wonder of the sky is...

a chance to renew what happened long ago by post cards in the mail. a story told in increments by innocents now older. a story told over time. a story placed in time in abbreviated time as in the limited space of a post card. the twitter of our parents and their parents.

I always the the open page the blank white space pace created by whiteness blankness openness. The Edge of tomorrow reconstructs previous works rewrites them represents them along with new work in a way that I call syntactical. This is the eighth book of poetry in this year long blitz. I know I went somewhere else the Edge of tomorrow when my wife Amy said she couldn't read anymore because of the tears in her eyes. That's enough for me. When...

68/88 or should I call it 68/88/2008 this is in essence the same text as chocolate chips & soup a previous volume in this series. I suppose I could have just reprinted it as it was is. But it was 50%%%% or more of what I did before. So I followed my editor's (Pati Bubach) advice and blew it out. Rewrote it. Reused the words. Like refrigerator magnet poetry. Or taking what was and cutting it up into little pieces and tossing them I Ching like o...

raw words written around the time of the sandy hook sadness madness senselessness the sudden silence when there is no more for the dead the gone and all those around are covered infilled by a silence that is so deep that its suddenness is just a point in time

almost all the poetry I've written to date. collected and rearranged in another patten. collected in a hard cover book.

what happens when someone from your past finds you in the present. facebook meets my mind and what was and wasn't. what we dreamed what we became. a love story? a memoir? dreams of the past? thoughts and actions taken and/or deferred.

images and poetry from my experiences around the WTC site before and after september 11, 2001 realized in print september 2011. including some images i took after that day in september.

paperback edition of who knew? collected poetry 1968 to 2008. a collection of most of my first eight poetry books.

floating to the surface is a transition book taking me from poetry as rhymes and phrasing to a more narrative style that seems to be leading me to prose maybe my next novel. these are memory poems composed from the flashing lights of remembering what was and what might have been.

a book of poetry written in the format presented by poetry.com. for my sister pati, who wanted me to write again. then became very ill. i wanted her to have a solid, tangible, viable, real book to hold before the end. thankfully she has this book and now as she has recovered she wants more.

Written long ago. My first book that should have been printed years ago. Printed here now through the wonder of the internet. My regret was that I didn't have, couldn't raise $500 for the printing then when the New York Editor came to Jamestown, ND to see me for my work.

Dawn Was Yesterday the sixth poetry volume of seven in this series. Assembled from bar napkins, faded journals, poems offered for print, some even printed in national & regional publications from college to a copy shop spiral bond printing in 1989. Reprinted here with new poems continuing the dialogue of words that make my life.

a novel about life. a story of distress and dreams.

Paperback edition of my first novel after ten books of poetry. A tale of life suddenly cut into by disaster. A few minutes where multiple lives are lived or imagined. What happened besides the fire?