I’ll be part of the team from Syracuse Veteran’s Writers group that will read a piece at Art Rage Gallery on Veteran’s Day, Tuesday, November 11, from 7-9PM. The event is co-sponsored by Syracuse University. The topic is “Moral Injury,” and the event is open to the public. There is no admission charge.
I’m pleased to announce the release of my new book, “Forever to an Underwood Typewriter.” The collection contains 36 poems of diverse subject and nature. Reader’s favorites have been “Crossing Midnight,” a poem that asks the question: if you had but one hour of sight per day, which hour would you choose? “Dead Witches in Cold Well Water” images of the Salem Witch Trials. “Gratitude Kites,” a poem that explores death, mourning, and gratitude. “Little Warning,” what will you be thinking in those last seconds? “If I Should Pass You On the Way Down,” a story of hope and support. “A West Texas Moment,” explores Native American courage and tradition in a modern setting. My personal favorites are “Lynching Cats,” “Being Ali,” and “I Want to Be Anthologized.”
The collection is available for download at Amazon (Click HERE!) or directly from the author. The price is $7.99 for a download or $9.99 for hardcopy. If you would like to own a copy but money is an issue, please let me know.
Public readings in support of the book will be announced on this blog.
Thanks for your support.
In July of “69” I came back from the Vietnam Theatre and 30 days later I was on my way to Woodstock, forty-five years later I arrived! The wonderful museum brought back memories and CSN still sound great! To say it was a moving experience is an understatement and the following poem was born there:
Peace of Stone
Polished stone cut
into the earth to tell of it.
On the plains of Montana
where arrows darken the sky
like a murder of spooked crows,
the dead Lakota, Arapaho
Cheyenne, and General Custer
his yellow hair a Coup
on a well-visited teepee.
a stone erected
between two crematoria,
“Forever let this place
be a cry of despair.”
The stench of death
so violent it will never
be smudged away.
roam in Peace Park
and children leave flowers
and paper cranes on cold stone.
Stone at the Book Depository,
Stone at the World Trade Center,
Stone at the Vietnam Memorial,
and at Woodstock to commemorate
three days of Peace, Love,
and Hope at Bethel, NY.
Where I stand imagining
lines of school buses filled
with children come to
Doug D’Elia meets with Peace Activist & nun Sister Megan Rice.
Written on the 25th anniversary
of the Tiananmen Square Massacre.
Such a tiny man in the shadow of all that metal
each of his hands holding tight to a bag of
produce fresh from the market that he may
never get to eat, his body the only weapon
against such tyranny, climbing onto the metal tank
in the center of Tiananmen Square banging on the turret
Such a tiny man, Thich Quang Duc,
the Buddhist monk sitting lotus
in the center of a busy Saigon street
as his brothers pour gasoline
on his body and lit him afire
in protest of unfair treatment towards
Buddhists by Catholic converts.
His disciplined body never flinching as
his flesh melts away amid the whispers,
Such a tiny woman, Sister Megan Rice,
the 85 year-old Catholic nun that has spent
a vast portion of her life in Africa ministering
to the poor, now sentenced to 5 (to life?)
years in prison for breaching security at
the maximum security nuclear facility
in Tennessee – the makers of weapons
of mass destruction, armed with nothing
more than spray paint and a bible, banging
on the door yelling,
Macabre May, that’s what I’m calling it.
This month’s “Jitter” magazine features my short story, “Eels.” I thought I would give horror a try and while it was fun I won’t be writing it much, too scary!” My Sci-Fi poem, “2-Steps Ahead of the Vapor Line” has been selected to appear in a Sci-Fi Anthology sponsored by the Houston Writers Guild. It will appear later this year on-line and at Barnes and Noble. My tribute to the Salem witchcraft trials, “Dead Witches in Cold Well Water,” appears on-line in this issue of H-ngM-n Press (Hangman Press). The site also includes an interview with the author. A video recording of “Dead Witches” should be on-line at Hangman soon.
Excerpt from “Eels”
“The next morning I saw nothing unusual – no ambulances, police, or yellow tape. I wondered if her body was yet to be found, or perhaps I imagined everthing. Did my neighbor simply bring home a lover that couldn’t get enough of her? Were garbage trucks rattling about in the night? Surely there was a rational explanation?” Excert from “Dead Witches.” “Must be the season to hear the rattle of wagon wheels and tired nags snorting cold air as they trudge through the mud under the weight of condemned witches slouching towards dreary Gallows Hill, where pitch black crows pass the time on wooden crossbars.”
I would like to thank everyone who bought or supported my chapbook, “A Thousand Peaceful Buddhas.” The first run is sold out and more are on the way (digital copies available on Amazon). Eight poems from the collection have been accepted for publication and a second book is planned for this summer. Also, a book of my non-military poems is in the works. Some proceeds from the book have been donated to to various Veterans writing groups as well as an organization that removes mines from Vietnam and another that teaches Vietnamese children to play traditional instruments. Thanks again for your support.
Thanks to everyone who emailed to wish me “good luck.” The Intertext reading was a success and I’m grateful to Syracuse University for including me in the program. There were a few wet eyes, but the poem, “Heavy Metal,” is about a disfigured Vietnam Veteran who has decided to commit suicide to Led Zeppelin.
I enjoy keeping the company of creative people. I find creative energy to be inciting
(like a riot) and often the inspiration for a poem. Maria Santana is a sculptor, and the creator of the amazing clay “Shaman Whistle Women.” The idea originated from the creation myths of her native country, Venezuela. Her woman are uniquely designed and decorated with functional whistles making each piece both sculpture and instrument.
excerpt from “Shaman Whistle Woman.”
The faces of
women agaze through peeled
stick and reed,
shaped in the kiln of the
forest with whistles
angled from heads and
breasts covered with
hawk feathers and
pasture skirts the color
of South American
butterflies, lush Amazon
straggly root-grass hair
sea glass bangles
that drip from
See her art at: