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Stan Petrovich
Stan Petrovich
[ezramon] (10/27/1950 / Fort Riley, KS)
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Stan Petrovich Poems
- And The Rains Came After a 100-day drought Wringing the ...
- Lost Love I have lost my love of mankind, for his ...
- The Wine Of Samadhi This is true: In a state of ...
- Heracles He was a massive storm: He was never meant for the...
- Family Feuds Wilson, Wickford and Dunne Were gunslingers and...
- Life Can Be Life can be a little pat, The limp handshake of...
- The Bee In search of something real: to it it is nectar; ...
Appearing in a mirage, I wandered the Arizona desert for forty years, always alone, always lost. The heat takes its toll on verbs, not adjectives. There are not two ways to approach dehydration; only one, the one with symbols. Petroglyphs in rock show the way to live without presumptuous glory.
Then, tired of the blistering sands, turning to my later years I longed for the sea. The green currents called. So leaving the Gila mirage-maker behind wound my way to Massachusetts, to watch the sea examine what it created, and to die. more »
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And The Rains Came
After a 100-day drought
Wringing the patience from everybody's pores,
The rain finally enshrouded the concrete city;
Strange hungry plants invaded odd corners,
And tales of woe became tales of defeat.
The cars & trams were uselessly
Bound in a fog that lasted sun to sun;
Peculiar denizens of the forest deep
Fell punctuating from the sky.
An epidemic of ricketts, were it not for
Vitamin D capsules, made way.
Some were not immune.
Posters of bowlegged young men
Sprung everywhere.
Dr. Armundsun invented a tea,
With the extracts of saffron, ...
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Read some of your poems stan. Insightful and deep. I know the draw and openness of the sea. Any particular ones you can recommend I read will be appreciated. Captain Cur
More than just a man, Stan is a poet, a teacher, a philosopher, and a friend close to my heart. He has taught me so much, and he has inspired me, and many others to never stop learning, to never stop trying to reach for the stars. Always write, and always live.