I've been writing (in French, but mostly in English) since the mid eighties. I write fiction, too, but I always felt the poetic form suited me best. I find it easier to convey what my imagination sees and what my heart feels with poems.
I think my favourite poet is Margaret Atwood. I love nature imagery. But the main reason I dig her is that I get something out of her poems the first time I read them, yet they are deep enough that I need to go back and read them again. It is this balance between depth and accessibility that I strive for.
This section is the result of a compromise. I left out my favourite poem. And there are a few I didn't want to post because they're a little too personal. But even after weeding those out, there's still some good stuff left, I think. The thing is, some of these are actually more personal than they may seem, and some are less so. Keep in mind that these poems reflect the state of mind I was in when I wrote them. In other words, don't worry about me: I'm fine.
I don't have enough of a unifying theme to group the poems interestingly, so they are simply presented in the order which I wrote them in. The first one was written in 1987, I think, and the last one in February 2003. If that's the order you choose to read them in, don't get discouraged by Boat on a River; it just happens to be the longest and most stream-of-consciousness poem of the lot. I've included short commentary for each one, but it's just there as an option; I thought it best not to put it on the same page as the poem. If you have a thing for democracy, you can access the poem of your choice right here:
Boat
on a River Adrift
The Leech
on My Leg Fugitive
Sun
Stuffed
Animal Treatment
7 Years
of Bad Luck I've
Got the Feelings
John
I Have X-Ray
Vision Sole
Survivor Gray
Area Merit
Badge Collection Nebulous
at Best Sun
from Outside
Dry
Season Father
and Son Reunion Reasons
WHO WANTS
TO FUCK Unlike
Laughter
The
Blade Was Blunt m4m
World's
Best Grandma Mug Uranium
City
If you think these are terrible, that's fine. Just don't bother telling me about it. And if you love them so much that you want to pass them off as your own to impress your girlfriend, that's okay. But remember that the contents herein are the copywrited property of yours truly. Rip me off and you will burn in hell. : ) Enjoy!
let me read some poems already
take me out of this horrible place so I can go look at pictures of half naked men