David Kowalczyk

Rookie (11-22-1952 / Batavia, New York)

David Kowalczyk Poems

1. Mysteries Of The San Fernando Valley 12/19/2007
2. My Father Wills Himself Deaf 12/19/2007
3. Hemorrhaging Aboard The F Train 12/19/2007
4. Killing Ringo Starr 12/19/2007
5. Stealing The Sky 12/19/2007
6. Mandamus 12/19/2007
7. Recovery 12/19/2007
8. The Politics Of Dreaming 12/19/2007
9. March Enters, Leonine 12/20/2007
10. October Opus 12/20/2007
11. Falling Leaves Never Cry 12/20/2007
12. Time Of Amaretto Rain 12/20/2007
13. Finding Uprooted Chrysanthemums 12/20/2007
14. Snowstorm 12/20/2007
15. February 12/20/2007
16. Zihuatenejo 12/19/2007
17. A Small Sacrifice 12/19/2007
18. Sorrow 12/19/2007
19. Simply September 12/20/2007
20. First Sight 12/20/2007
21. A Theory Of Snow 12/20/2007
22. The Audible Bridge Between Winter And Spring 12/20/2007
23. Last Gypsy Church Of Buddha, Indiana 12/20/2007
24. Stars 12/20/2007
25. Summer Vacation On Neptune 12/20/2007
26. Life On The Sun 12/20/2007
27. Satori In Buffalo 12/20/2007
28. Praying Like Mencius 12/20/2007
29. Impeccable Eyes 12/20/2007
30. Still Thy Leprous Tongues 12/20/2007
31. Sun Woman 12/24/2007
32. Parsimonious 12/24/2007
33. Poem For A Whimsical Mortician 12/26/2007
34. Reckless Scent Of Titans 12/26/2007
35. That Last Warm Day In October 12/26/2007
36. Possibililty Thinking 12/26/2007
37. Poem For A Naughty Librarian 12/26/2007
38. Recuerdo 12/26/2007
39. Electrical Mysteries Of Heaven 12/27/2007
40. Ophelia Before The Waves 12/27/2007
Best Poem of David Kowalczyk

April Fools

Spring. A great yellow stain.
Forsythias burst and daffodils explode.
Swallows hurry back from Mexico
and are bitten by
the laughing snows of April.


Spring, the smile
of a ninety-year old man
who can't hear a thing you say
yet keeps talking to you nonetheless.


Spring and dreams
have that in common.

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Zihuatenejo

Mellow as a mango.
The women, ages nine to ninety,
always dressed in black.
Lavender breezes and waves
nestled on pearled sands.
Flames and flowers emerging
from the laughing surf.
Restless unicorns wandering the beach.
Instant love and never-ending sunsets.
The liquid hush of the jacaranda dawn.

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