I don’t post all of my poems here, partly because I enjoy celebrating poetry as an art overall. It has never been my purpose to make this blog solely a showcase for my poetry, but to celebrate the things that bring me joy (with a view toward keeping my writing muscles limber), and that includes the best of the poetic tradition, both contemporary and classic. You’ll find many readings, both here and on my YouTube channel, of other poets whose work I admire, poets both dead and still living.
But I also limit posts of my original pieces here simply because many of them are being sent hither and yon in hopes that some editor will have a weak moment and accept one for publication. Word on the street is that poems that can be found in Google searches are often considered “previously published.”
I will however share a number of my pieces with you, and try to keep this page updated as an archive of them. Some were published in college journals some time back, like the one below which won the Savage Poetry Prize from Bloomsburg University and the Academy of American Poets, and was published in Bloom’s faculty journal, Carver. Others are recordings from live readings at various places, some live on the air, and some I just felt daring enough to post on this blog. I will also provide links for you when something of mine is published somewhere else out there.
- For a live recording of “Overvision” click here.
- You can read the old moon poem to which it refers by clicking here.
- A father/husband poem posted during National Poetry Month here.
- And I also read one of my own during my 30 Days, 30 Readings here.
- A Fortune Cookie Poem
- And another Fortune Cookie Poem
- “For My Father”
- A few poems read at Riverfest 2012, Sunbury, PA
- Two more poems at Riverfest
- Me reading with Melanie Simms and Marjorie Maddox
- Two pieces I read on October 12, 2012 at the Pennsylvania State Capitol Building
- A silly poem for my youngest son, read at Faustina’s Gallery in Lewisburg, PA
- Audio of me reading two of my poems on the air on WITF, Harrisburg (scroll down)
- An old sonnet for my oldest son
- And if you really want to make me happy, you can indulge my ego and increase your boredom by surfing my Original Pieces playlist on my YouTube Channel!
Overvision I wrote a poem once about my neighbors and the moon. Each brief line dropped into place as I let them break at their will. The syntax arranged itself just comfortably so. Years later I came back with more education and a better sense of rhythm. I thought I could improve it; make the lines more powerful, the innuendos more profound. But the new ink was too dark for the old page, and my good intentions discolored the moon. I’d awakened a befuddled old man and his angry, fuzzy- slippered wife (I’d forgotten that my old neighbors had moved away long ago). They wanted to know what the hell was going on—who was I? And what had I done to the sky? Too late almost to save it, I took whiteout to the street (the last bottle on the shelf at the all-night mini mart on that same block), dimmed the stars and ushered back to bed the little man and his grumbling wife. That globe of blood still had a pulse— thank heaven, and I let it return to where it had been; on page one of a college literary magazine simple and perfect, hanging low there in that early night sky.
- How To Break A Poet’s Heart – Poem by J.Gawrych (inparenthesesmag.com)