Tag Archives: words

For Bukowski

Posted on October 4, 2005 by John

Believe it … poetry can heal wounds; of course, an awkward, ill-set bone will sometimes need to be re-cracked, and soft illusions that so gently cradle us to bind the flesh beneath, must go. And often, language is so poor … Continue reading →

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Thus fails poetry

Posted on June 5, 2005 by John

What can I show you in mere words requiring some shared frame, a reference we both use to describe a common ground only imagined that in the vanity of hope we craft of veiled illusions, archetypes that may at best, … Continue reading →

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Let Words Escape

Posted on April 25, 2005 by John

Rescind your tortured sentences; let words escape like AWOL soldiers past the fence, like sullen rocks that would grow wings like birds and fly out into fresh experience. Rethink your injured poems; let each line cascade in a cacophony of … Continue reading →

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Dictionary Gloss: the C’s

Posted on March 13, 2005 by John

cabal a group of conspirators, a secret plot Some think that Truth is hidden, and in all, the private purview of their own cabal. Well, look around the world, see what that’s wrought: centuries of squabbles to define what Truth … Continue reading →

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Recrimination

Posted on March 4, 2005 by John

I could dredge up every wrong and each intentioned slight to catalog the way the world has hurt me, or just might and in that laundry list of ills imagined, or in fact, find solace in a victim’s role to … Continue reading →

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There are no words

Posted on December 20, 2004 by John

There are no words to capture this exquisite moment of pure bliss between the grasp and letting go between the thought and need to know There are no words that can express the soft caressing tenderness of just a second’s … Continue reading →

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Dictionary gloss: the B’s

Posted on June 10, 2004 by John

bacchanal a riotus or drunken festivity When the self-righteous trip and fall upon their own hypocrisy lovers of truth, in bacchanal, must not rejoice too mightily backbite to speak spitefully or nastily about someone who is not present If you … Continue reading →

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