Charles Chaim Wax


Charles Chaim Wax Poems

1. I Locked The Cable Release 11/30/2005
2. First Time Out West 4/26/2005
3. At Four In The Afternoon 4/26/2005
4. The Etiology Of Silence 4/21/2005
5. Gone 5/9/2005
6. Care 5/10/2005
7. For Some Time Now 9/29/2005
8. I Remember 9/29/2005
9. Living And Dying 9/30/2005
10. Freezing 10/3/2005
11. Numbers 10/3/2005
12. Not A Precise Report 10/4/2005
13. Sermon Of A Soon To Be Zen Master 10/4/2005
14. The Frosty Season 10/7/2005
15. Following The Scent 3/10/2006
16. A Wholly Unprecedented Wound 3/14/2006
17. Bits Of Dust Blown About 4/13/2006
18. Love’s Last Shift 4/16/2006
19. July 4th 4/19/2006
20. The Three Marks Of Existence 4/20/2006
21. Money 4/20/2006
22. When Hearts Are Crushed By Vast Stones 11/8/2005
23. The Great Activity Of Karma 11/8/2005
24. O Brave And Faithful Dream 11/9/2005
25. As The Sweat Poured 11/7/2005
26. Watching His Movements With Great Diligence 3/9/2006
27. Another Life 5 4/4/2006
28. Another Life 6 4/5/2006
29. Another Life 7 4/5/2006
30. For The Last Forty-Two Years 4/5/2006
31. To Whom The Gods Have Not Given Long Life 4/6/2006
32. When Treasure Stepped Into Meng’s 4/6/2006
33. Inscribed On This Gravestone Of Flesh 4/8/2006
34. Possibly The Most Dazzling Woman In The World 4/8/2006
35. With Respect, An Explication For Mr. Konisberg 4/8/2006
36. On March 14th, At 8: 10 In The Evening, The Phone Rang. 2/22/2006
37. Hitherto Abounding With Copious Life 12/31/2005
38. No Greater Love 1/3/2006
39. The Anointed One 2/3/2006
40. Coney Island #33 1/20/2006

Comments about Charles Chaim Wax

  • Abhay Vignesh L Abhay Vignesh L (3/8/2011 7:54:00 AM)

    Wow....Most of yourpoems are great..Keep up the good work

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  • Mikoto (3/22/2006 7:15:00 PM)

    Hello Charles,

    Thank you for message to 'Time doesn't change the person' of my poetry.
    Hereafter, I will slowly read your poetry.

    Best regard,
    Take care
    Thank you.

    Mikoto

  • Joseph Daly (12/31/2005 12:26:00 PM)

    Charles' works are some of the most beautiful, heartfelt pieces I have come across. His narrations, at once portray a vibrancy, tenderness and understanding of the human condition in all its guises. He introduces us to total strangers who quickly become so familiar. I love to come across a new piece by Charles, I know that it is going to be exciting before I even become aware of its existence. Bernstein is the classic model of the everyman, but is surrounded by many everymen whose worlds are at one, intimate and universal.

  • Jordan Antrim (12/19/2005 3:40:00 PM)

    I like your poems although they differ a great deal from the way I write (in a good way) . You think up the greatest endings and I like the way you do your poetry as stories that to me can be taken several different ways. Your work is truely great...

  • Amanda Lukas (12/12/2005 9:40:00 AM)

    Interesting and original. I'm always looking for your comments (even on others' works) because they're so creative. Just the way it should be poetry as a question, poetry as an answer! Looking forward to seeing new pieces!

  • Vidyanjali V (10/28/2005 10:00:00 AM)

    The poem Gone was touching. By purposely making the style casual and detached, almost going like a newspaper report, you have rendered the truth of the old man's death even more stark and the pain of his wife, piercing.

    Your poems sound like you are used to reporting events of this kind. Do not mind but are you a journalist? I like the conversational tone which I noted in that other new poem too. By doing that you include the reader in the experience as well.

Best Poem of Charles Chaim Wax

No Expectation Of Reward

Being the union guy at Spinoza HS
created a morsel of interest to the day
like when Darwin Dix showed up
his hair a bunch of purple spikes
a good ten inches off his skull
held upright by some fancy gel
from Italy I never heard of.
Chairperson Linda wrote him up
declaring his appearance demented
thus hindering the children’s education.
“A poet don’t play by your rules, ”
I informed her, knowing the union had
gone to court on this one:
No dress codes for teachers.
Darwin wrote a poem in my honor:
The Real Big Boss of the Universe
sent it off, ...

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At Four In The Afternoon

I poured a six pack of Rolling Rock
down the throat
with a quart of Bacardi Light
but failed to get there.
heart like a closed fist.
panic
in the burrow.

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