Eric Evans
inkpublications@macadia.net Bio (auto) | Eric Evans is a writer and musician from Buffalo, New York with stops in Portland, Oregon and Rochester, New York where he currently resides with his wife, Diane, and son, Henry His work has appeared in Artvoice, Blind Man’s Rainbow, Posey, Lucid Moon, Poetry Motel, Hazmat, Remark and many other publications as well as a few anthologies He has published six collections He has also published a broadside through Lucid Moon Press. | | |
The following work is Copyright © 2008, and owned by Eric Evans nd may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Driving To China On A Half Tank Of Gas Driving to China on a half tank
of gas and an unfinished map when
I take the expressway to your skull
with a cabaret dancer named
Gretchen and a bottle of something
or another as we burn a color
picture book of Nazis on the
march and turn the stereo up
so some fine New York City band
can shake the windows and
rattle our teeth with all the
sweetness of a goodnight kiss
and the bruise to prove it, what
I’d like to think would be, in
a different life, just another
in a string of average Thursday
nights. Emergency Room I’m too young to be a widower,
I thought, and she’s too young
to make me one as we lay in the
Sunday morning pre-dawn, blood
where blood should not be,
her pale cheek cool against my
course chest hair, no words
sufficient for the gathering
force of the thoughts we think,
morbid as they seem, natural
as they are, while we wait for
the stirring of the boy and his
grandmother’s arrival, quiet streets
and a near-empty hospital
room, questions asked, hands
clasped in hope and fear, a sound
akin to a doubter’s prayer as
needles are drawn and hypotheses
advanced, a book about the city
of Prague clutched to my chest
should we need to escape, her
eyes locked to mine as the
moments come to pass and morning
transforms itself into afternoon.
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Martin Steele
Tinsteele@aol.com Bio (auto) | I was born and raised in Johannesburg, Republic of South Africa I was educated at King Edward VII School where I first found my love for words I settled in Delray Beach, Florida in 1999 I was also a finalist in the 2003 Winning Writers War Poetry Contest and won High Distinction in the 2006 Tom Howard/John H Reid Poetry Contest Jendi Reiter critiqued my poem, “New World”, in 2005 | | |
The following work is Copyright © 2008, and owned by Martin Steele and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author. Prayers Silk words from a honey bush
flow through my head
like holy waters
rippling on a brick
of the Wailing Wall;
I watch a rat
nibbling at the wooden leg
of a biblical chair,
feel the pain of the dead wood grains
and the pulse of shavings
digesting in a monster’s hazy bloodstream I tried to write poetry
but the gnawing rat’s jaws
has led me off the scent;
scholastic dogs looking for shade
under a desert saucer sky
Have more chance. |
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