Category Archives: Poetry

Cumberland County Kingdom

From the Kezar Pond to Saco Bay. Old Orchard Beach to Bailey’s Island. The land of my youth The summer camp on Watchic Pond Built by my grandfather. An orphan became a frontline surgeon in WWI France. A retreat from the horrors to Maine With a nurse, my grandmother. A noble woman from a 9th […]

May 2, 1978

Am I a poet? People think so, but they consider poets wastrels without money. Throughout time poets have suffered scorn, hatred, ridicule, apathy, love, and poverty. Hart Crane wrote THE BRIDGE. Sailors threw him off a ship in the middle of the Caribbean. Poe died from drugs, Byron succumbed to disease in Greece, and Joyce […]

DETECTIVE POEM # 1

Itís Three in the morning And my clientís mistress hasnít left The diplomatís 65th Street townhouse. The blonde wisp went in at One. The upstairs lights went out at One-fifteen. I stand in the alley. The night wind is a little cold. No complaints. Itís my job. To watched someone elseís life. Not a spy. […]

The Cruelest Month Of All

TS Eliot penned THE WASTELAND after the Great War. This five-part poem is considered one of the greatest works of the 20th Century combing the images of the Holy Grail with Sanskirt legends and Buddhists beliefs, while shifting times, speakers, and locales with the wind of short couplets. The poem opens with the following four […]

Pissing Oak by Dakota Pollock

I spend my life sitting, like an angel in a barber’s chair Holding a beer mug with deep-cut designs My neck and gut both bent, while in the air A weightless veil of pipe smoke hangs. Like steaming dung within an old dovecote A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my […]