John Samuel Tieman: Midwinter
for all the trouble we go to to get the news on the lawn how we brave the strange wind in the linden tree brave the occasional black ice brave … Continue reading
John Samuel Tieman: Tintype
I was young when I shed my history like the skin of something unpleasant only later did I open my bureau drawer and go through the ancestors one at a … Continue reading
John Samuel Tieman: Passchendaele
A party of ‘A’ Company men passing up to the front found … a man bogged to above the knees. The united efforts of four of them with rifles beneath … Continue reading
John Samuel Tieman: In Transit
on the train between Prague and Vienna I wanted to compose a poem something in a holy moment less than the Elevation at the Mass of course but still filled … Continue reading
John Samuel Tieman: Love In A Time Of Riots
Yesterday, on National Public Radio, “And now the news from Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria and St. Louis.” There’s a list on which I’m proud to hear my hometown, the city I … Continue reading
Blue Suits And Socialism: Suggestions For A Party Platform
Last week, I went to a reception. Twenty years ago, a friend won a First Amendment case that went all the way to the Supreme Court. We joked about the … Continue reading
John Samuel Tieman: Report From Ground Zero, St. Louis
I’m reminded of a photograph I once saw of Hiroshima. Not the explosion, but the day after. That’s what today feels like in my St. Louis neighborhood. A few … Continue reading →