Doug Anderson: Landays
Now I have given away all my rage.
Watch the young stride ahead of me into their own mistakes.
Doug Anderson: Writers Block
Fenster McGraw is crawling out the back window of his lover’s house and stumbling into the alley pulling up his pants, and is spotted by the ever vigilant widow Winnie Wildwood with her nineteenth century naval spyglass who’s had her suspicions about that Wilson woman anyhow
Doug Anderson: Orchid
Finally, a small wind to move the curtains.
Hot in this upstairs room. Outside,
the dogs sleep on the cool concrete floor
of the garage.
Philip Terman: Such Abundance
When he called for help,
they put him on hold
longer than he could stand
and he broke
the phone in half.
Chris Hedges: War and Memory
I asked my grandmother after he left what was wrong with him. “The war,” she said acidly.
Doug Anderson: That Quotation from the Talmud
I understand the world will be what it is
when I’m dead. I sometimes look at my hands
and know they are not mine. This body on loan.
Lynn Emanuel: Some Notes on Intoxication and Simile
If my mother had not been an alcoholic, I might not have been a poet.
Doug Anderson: Company
She left him food and locked him in the house
to go to work. No blame, no money
Doug Anderson: I once flew in my dreams
I once flew in my dreams.
Then I read a book
that taught me how to control it.
Doug Anderson: Afterlife
My old friends are pretty much the same, a little slower getting out of their chairs, but the who of them always there beneath the skin – soul? I’ve become … Continue reading
Audio: Martin Luther King — Beyond Vietnam: A Time To Break Silence
Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. – April 4, 1967 – Beyond Vietnam: A Time To Break Silence [Full and unabridged] “Beyond Vietnam: A Time to Break Silence“, also referred as Riverside … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: I am eating my shame
The dishes are scattered around me and the dogs won’t touch the scraps. You who have condemned me take back what belongs to you, for you are not pure. If … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: In These Times
The fawn was lost, it seemed to me, stumbling through the foggy field and disappearing. I went after it, not knowing why, thought I might help somehow. Wanted to hold … Continue reading
Doug Anderson: Awakened at two thirty by love
The noise of my life is still sleeping,and the self beneath myself enters the room.I say, I hope I’ve not abandoned you,my better brother. He says, no — I’m here all … Continue reading
