POETRY

Poetry is not my primary work and still I write poetry, enjoy the process and occasionally read them at Prague readings.

It's been a few years now and I don't know why I've become lazy, except that it seems to have taken its own vacation from my mind. It was like that when I wrote it as well. I'd work for weeks or months on prose and suddenly my mind would operate in five line beats, everything a subject, scribbling on trams or in parks.

Then it was gone again and I finally got comfortable with that, the coming and going. Poetry's been away from my consciousness for a while now and I'm comfortable with that as well.

What's here is organized in chapbooks, 25 or 30 in a book, dated by the time of completion and each named for a poem I particularly liked.

Some of them are quite good, others not, but it seems comfortably honest to include them all.

Setting Fire To My Life
October, 1993

The Least Of Reasons
January, 1994

The Smell Of Tweed And Tobacco
August, 1994

Astonished Moment
November, 1994

And She Swims
March, 1995

Middle Distance
December, 1995

Broken Pieces
October, 1996

Whiskey Breath
June, 1997

Poetry readings in Prague, from the 10 year history of the original BeefStew to the current venue, Alchemy