Biography of Lonnie Hicks
Free MP3 Downloads of 'The Gospel According to Lilith' at http: //lonniehicks.com
'Politics, Poetry and Love in the 21st Century
'Survival Tools and Hard Truth:
Story-Plays and Poems
From the Progressive Side'
Poems Done Collaboratively From
Internet Interviews With Over 100 Individuals: 600
pages. Real People; Real Stories. Now available on
CD tracks also available.
Other books: 'Love Poems for the Recently Cynical'
'The Earth Speaks-The Environment
'The Obama Chronicles: Stories From
'The Gospel According to Lilith'
'The Rainbow Writings'
'Einstein, Religion, Politics and Literature'
All available now at Amazon.com
Lonnie Hicks's Works:
See above publications.
These story-plays and poems were written as part of hundreds of interviews conducted via the internet where individuals were invited to participate in this collaborative poetry project.
Each presented important events in their lives and I, as author, sought to re-recreate them in the poetic format.
Each story-poem represents a real person and a real experience.
Lonnie Hicks Poems
If I could take the world into my world; If I could be God-like what would I do
The Dreamer's Poet
Dreamers dream dreaming that all their dreams are dreams; and is reality then multiple-shaped
Come closer; I need to feel your body
An Icicle Kiss
'I am the Winter Flower' she said 'the opposite of the Summer Ones.'
A River Flows
Where does the river flow if not to you? How deep its depths
America Is An Idea
In the Rotations of the Universe periodically,
A Killer Word
Strewn on the ground were the nouns; the gerunds and the active verbs,
We are trapped Beauty Eyed in beholder's gaze,
A Tub Of Potatoes
My grandmother used to say don't marry for money but stay open-minded.
The Flask Of Time
There is a single leaf flying in this my autumn gloaming, a leaf fluttering light as if being orchestrated
A Handkerchief Surrenders
If I can but see those reaching arms before me, feel flat against my chest
Soul Violence-Tina's Story
I am Violences' Victim which scarred my soul slammed it down to earthly hell
The problem is metaphoric; I live inside lines which only approximate but do not satisfy.
A Soul Kissed
Oh, to be soul-kissed the deep kiss; mouth brushing past parted lips.
My doors smoky open
right and left corridor
I see patterns
to the right and left.