Editor’s note: This is the third in an unspecified number of quasi-poems related to Rhinos, writing and death. To read the first two parts of the Rhino series, click here for Part 1 and here for Part 2.
Editor’s note: This is the second in an unspecified number of quasi-poems related to Rhinos, writing and death. To read Parts 1 and 3 of the Rhino series, click here for Part 1 and here for Part 3.
I was almost about to call this
Why I Write, Part II
But fortunately for all, I have decided [...]
Preface
The following series of quasi-poems, beginning with “Where’s the Rhino?,” was written in the mid-1990s when I was the shopkeeper of Chapters Revisited, a bookstore in Doylestown, Pa. I wrote this group of loosely cohesive poems on an unusually grey and quiet day as I looked out the store window waiting for customers to [...]
In memory of Rolland Comstock, a bibliophile who was mysteriously murdered in his Missouri home that housed about 50,000 first editions and other literary curios
My unborn son,
I am a collector of all things real that inform and enrich me.
I have no patience
For fiction
Or the so-called worth of modern first editions –
Fantasy, I assure you, is [...]
Daddy’s pacemaker is keeping him alive
Or is it the pig heart valve
That kicks open his atrium door?
Or the defibrillator
That rattles his rib cage?
It’s hard to say.
It used to be will power alone
Was enough to keep a man in silk.
Now it takes more than the consumption of pork rind
To keep a family fed,
Now it takes more [...]
When: September 19-24, 2010
Where: Northern Virginia, D.C., and Maryland
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