a leaf a stone an un found door

“. . . a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces. Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother’s face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison…

Hank Says

I can’t teach you how to write, and anybody who says they can is full of shit.”

— Hank Moody

True

Without literature, life is hell.” —   Charles Bukowski

In The End The Words Are The All And The Nothing – R.M. Engelhardt

Picasso’s Poetry

whisper the shiver of hands blind without memory and so, friendly still yet sweet like the words forgotten to the tremble of lips quiet there are no surprises here rest your eyelids until they become stone rest your heart until it stops (it beats now only for itself in some secret place)   http://www.cipherjournal.com/html/picasso_poems.html

An Observation by George Carlin

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but…

Every Day

I watch every day what you are doing as a society. While you sit by and watch your Constitution being torn away from you, you willfully eat poisoned food, buy manufactured products no one needs and turn an uncaring eye away from millions of people suffering and dying all around you … Perhaps I should…

Why Books?

Why do I like books more than computers? Giles nailed it.  

WHAT IS POETRY? POETRY IS YOU

Poetry is much much more than all of the definitions, theories or explanations that you read or hear about everyday. Poetry is not just a form, a quote or one or two popular poets or pop stars  in the media. Poetry is not hip hop or gangsta rap, slam or new formalism, gay or straight,…