Stephen De Marino
Biography of Stephen De Marino
This poet claims the Northern Humboldt Area of California as his home. When not writing, he is a Delivery Driver, Football Coach, Father of one, and doting husband.
Though having gone through a hiatus recently, this poet is dipping his toes back into the poetic flow, attempting to gain some surcease from madness. Having been raised colorblind in a color bound world, his naivety at the world scarred him some when he finally realized that people dont really like each other much of the time. Much of that shock is what has inspired him to write.
Leonard Cirino, Henry Rollins, Carl Sandburg, and Wilfred Owen are listed amongst this poets influences and favorites.
Non-poetic influences include, Tom Osborne, Lou Holtz, Vince Lombardi, C.S. Friedman, William Dietz, S.M. Stirling, Tom Clancy, and Brian Jacques, all of which have influenced the style, pacing and content of his poetry.
Stephen De Marino Poems
After dividing ourselves And having dressed In near angelic whiteness Do we stroll upon the field
Coos Bay Coffee Shop
Coffee shop in Oregon Door hidden in the wall Smoke lingers 'round the table Easy joking regulars
Oh man, I know this is bad But the feeling of the grease Running down your chin The ketchup, the cooking oil
Nail, dowel, screw Glue, paper, tool With these do I prepare Arms flowing along grain
Lost Love's linering echo Haunts the Denny Road Is is hot and dry Fire Season
Mother's Day Without Mom...
I am thinking of Mom today It is Mother's day after all Seems criminal she is not here to share it There will be no call during the Big Game
Reading On Sunday
We are reading Enjoying the quietness Peace seeped into wood and timbers Cats curled up in amber rounds
She is glass All fragility and transperency She is steel Flexible with her strength
Looking at my wife Is like staring at the sea In all its turbulent complexity Her passion and energy
gray pall broken glass falling myriad reflections showing horrors
Monday Before Work
Gravity's firm hold Especially wearisome today Sleep, the deepest sleep Becomes a siren call
Had Them All...
I have had them all All those women who turned me down I have had them The movie stars parade who naked before me
Mystery That is his bonus He is the unknown The uncertainty
Oh man, I know this is bad
But the feeling of the grease
Running down your chin
The ketchup, the cooking oil
The potato flesh
Mashing together in my mouth
The salty tang
As I chew and chew and chew
I can feel my arteries harden