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,
The hunt for love
By my nature i am not a hunter. hunting implies that killing takes place.
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
blinad as a bat by love I can't see anyone else but her. dark shadows manifest immaterial and hide the moon,
High above the earth, its powers of collaboration, I see only her. Nothing, no matter how masterfully planned can disguise her beauty, her majestic portrait.
A man's self image
My bubonic plagued heart
Who am I that theythink I'm so special, a man set apart, sanctified from the rest of the runners
Today I feel like Samson
Incarcerated and shackled by pride multiplied exponentially by the jawbone of an ass I'd become convinced that I possessed supernatural powers. After all, I was a chosen Nazarite
This morning I became an eyewitness to a theophany, an express manifestation of God; this time He was in the make-up bag.
When common denominators become unique oblique illumination transmits their hybrid traits,
She broke my sound barrior
The sound barrier of her silence shattered the hemisphere. Her decibels cracked the sky like a machete the coconut,
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
blinad as a bat by love I can't see
anyone else but her.
dark shadows manifest immaterial
and hide the moon,
some magician's trick,
and all the while I keep bumping
into obvious objects,