Biography of johnny case
I was born into a musical family and music has been the dominant factor in my life as long as I can recall. Yet the creative impulse itself has always been the driving force in my every endeavor, whether it is playing piano, painting in oils, or writing poetry and vignettes. To compose a poem is, for me, just another way of making music.
johnny case Poems
The huge corsage of mums Was a cruel joke The senior boys pinned on Glori who nevertheless
Have No Fear
if one of us survives the other
Still Lost: The Found Memo
Lambs in limbo kneel before a graze. I place your curtsy at stone eyestops. menace Sliding with amorphous sheen
Once again solace will host the county fair. I arrive to find my mother and father are there. It is evening. The lights anticipate The darkness yet to come.
The Mute Left...No Found Notebook
while he was here he did not speak. did not we think he could not speak?
I Stay By The Wayside
Plague Of Paris
found this prologue in a teardrop lying at my feet not far from last night's maimed by paris texas - a town long mired in its own inane
Review of 'Last Nites' Brings Newly Awakened Realization
Return To (The Other) Me
Villages aflame unto when's due newspaper trader Zone out-wake all issues to cry a heart flora sand Adolescent snares naysaken 'neath colors Shaved from moon murders done
First Set: An Undone Mundane
One native son rose in northeast Texas enduring Seasons of sun and rain where our concurrent Lives tread nurturing untold paths led heartward Amidst small towns and boundless plains
The distant sea reaches us here A tide of will to mane every call Feeding search-mates to the tree branches So no voice knows the air it moves thru hair
Memo From Amnesia
Windswept memos go beneath feet underwhere Culls my soil's grave to tuck dreamt longings Further sown than never known to shoot up blades.
anguish arises from the battered corpse in its release of a tormented life. the outcast girl has wed the past
the crowd takes aim and fires while i turn
Once again solace will host the county fair.
I arrive to find my mother and father are there.
It is evening. The lights anticipate
The darkness yet to come.
We are a family of four among
The crowd 'LADIES AND GENTLEMEN LET
ME HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE'
While neither, I let my eyes target
The source of the amplified voice. at the instant