Biography of richard ilnicki
Writing seriously since 1969, poems, short stories, novels. General manager of a health club and personal trainer. Married, one child, daughter, two grand children. Live in Tarpon Springs. Probably my best friend, Jimmy, my dog. Former competitive bodybuilder.
' The only gift better than a book
is time enough to read it.'
richard ilnicki's Works:
'The Celestial Embrace Of The Bridegroom'
' The Hatchet Man'
' Man As Horseshoe'
' Incarcerated Thoughts'
richard ilnicki Poems
Multiple Personality Disorder
When the mysterious'They' finally do decide to administer the necessary tests, questions as quizzes designed to trip me up,
When She Reaches Over Infinity
When she reaches over infinity stretching from behind some uncharted geographical place, her hands comfort offended
Michael Jackson: His Remains
They referred to his 'pronounced dead' body as his remains. These Neanderthals were obviously unfamiliar with the english language; they'd probably never learned to read or write
Behind iron bars I'm found contemptible. Just one ugly man among many. They pass the trays
Sniffing For Semen
Their noses' flared nostrils were stuck up into the fluffed air; they were seeking to breathe deeply
blinad as a bat by love I can't see anyone else but her. dark shadows manifest immaterial and hide the moon,
Tonight the soft rain comes and the wind slices whistling blind sounds cutting a forlorn song's stanzas,
I was famished, that lean and hungry look, but not of Cassius. An obvious perishing
The Hunt For Love
By my nature i am not a hunter. hunting implies that killing takes place.
Risk Reward Ratio
I think I'm dying tonight, but, of course, you'd say I've always been dying. But this time I say, 'Not like this.'
The Wedding Garment
God, the tailor, our providential robe maker hjas taken our nakedness, shame and guilt,
Incarcerated thoughts are amputated dreams dangling invisibly over the periphery. They are phantom limbs centrally stimulated by the mystery of memory.
There exists a peculiar fragrance in forgiveness. It defies the empirical finite, those smells of sacrificial decomposing flesh, those subservient little lambs
This morning I became an eyewitness to a theophany, an express manifestation of God; this time He was in the make-up bag.
The Quintessential Poem
Somewhere a poem resides hidden
beneath a coat of many colors, rainbow's pot of gold
on either end.
It is complete, lacking nothing
and contains every line ever written.
It lives beyond the sight and grasp
of mortal man.
Perhaps it has been weaved silver-threaded
into the liquid air of kinetic enegy.