Biography of Alec Witthohn
Alec Witthohn is a budding Surealist and Imagist with a few short stories published. He is currently working on a collection of poems and short stories as well as a play.
Alec Witthohn Poems
Red Fox Claims
Mama I plead the dawn Red fern by northern star Pick her teeth, little fox child With the dead moon in her jaw
Come down from the mountain She grinned like ice, grilling me Coming down slowly alive Hold my eyes, drink the pines
The Soft Contemplation Of A Sour Oaken M...
Hollow wispy smoke Climbs. Scaling bristled, weathered Whiskers.
The Selfish Cosmonaut
Closer to death so far in black Floating in my suited shield. What no man should see A storm of bewilderment.
I asked for lemons; For a way To stream fire down My cheeks
We The Late Night Crusaders
Where go the Italian scootsters With De Niro faces and gold chains? Where go the surf headed looters With straw for hair and flip flopped feet?
On Our Way To The Crocodile Court An Ear...
Well look who it is Three porters Of the Darling Dauphin Periwinkle.
A Heart Felt Love Letter To The Portrait...
Frowning, turning, fierce Olive, Donning no shoes. One fist raised.
It Was Only Ever All For Bees
Soft, clean dew Retires Underneath yellow blossom.
A Man In A Boat With Nowhere To Go And E...
Mountains of gray Water. He peaks over
White on rice Stringing lemon lime Lights.
Don't stop the eagle now. When it comes holding thumbs Rearing a brow in the evening.
Don't stop the eagle now.
When it comes holding thumbs
Rearing a brow in the evening.
Watch down at your feet,
And keep to the road.
Tasting alabaster on your tongue.
How do you like the grit of that?
Thumbing the lint of linens;
I hope you do.