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It is always important to know where we stand. But with that knowledge also comes the responsibility of holding our ground. In fact, it can be argued that if we don’t hold our ground, then we really don’t know where we stand. And if we don’t know where we stand, then it also follows that we really don’t know who we are. And if we don’t know who we are, we certainly can’t be comfortable with ourselves, or with the specific, peculiar reality that makes us who we are. In fact, we might not even be aware such a reality exists. And if we’re not aware such a reality exists, then what’s the point? And if . . . Summer of Dreams The neighbors hate me because I plowed up our lawn with an old mule — an out-of-work friend of mine dropped in to visit from a former life, too tired and set in his ways to retrain for a career in high-tech. The lawn went under in the warm, sacred afternoon. We cut our paces in an easy rhythm, to a quiet beat of tranquility and forgetfulness, while the atmosphere rumbled with aromatic earth-song, calling the birds, calling the insects, making the dogs bark — the poor hobbled creatures tied to pegs with dung-encrusted rope, wide-eyed and desperate for companionship. We sank rejoicing to our knees in the mellow-brown soil, to the sound of slamming doors and neighbors clearing their throats. Hands on hips, not one of them could fathom our joy, confident there was a law against plowing up one’s front lawn and that a word with City Hall would net them satisfaction. I was visited once by a man in a pickup with a logo on its side. We chatted amiably. Later that week I planted corn. Now the tall stalks rustle in the breeze, the mule sleeps in the shade, and clouds of hostility brood over driveways, garbage cans, fences. “Summer of Dreams” first appeared in Barbaric Yawp. Note: Poems, Slightly Used, a growing collection of work first published in my blog, Recently Banned Literature, can be found here. POETRY COLLECTIONS IN PRINT Available from Cosmopsis Books of San Francisco Winter Poems by William Michaelian ISBN: 978-0-9796599-0-4 US $11.95; $8.95 at Cosmopsis Books 52 pages. 6x9. Paper. Includes one drawing. San Francisco, June 2007 Signed, numbered & illustrated copies Winter Poems displays the skills and abilities of Mr. Michaelian at their most elemental level, at the bone. Wandering amidst a barren world, a world scraped bare, he plucks the full moon like fruit from the winter sky, goes mad and befriends a pack of hungry wolves, burns his poems to keep warm. He is a flake of snow, a frozen old man, a spider spinning winter webs. Spring is only a vague notion of a waiting vineyard, crocuses, and ten-thousand babies. The author is alone, musing, reflecting, at times participating. But not quite alone, for he brings the lucky reader along. I’ve been there, to this winter world, and I plan to go back. — John Berbrich, Barbaric Yawp Another Song I Know — Short Poems by William Michaelian ISBN: 978-0-9796599-1-1 US $13.95; $10.95 at Cosmopsis Books 80 pages. 6x9. Paper. Includes Author’s Note. San Francisco, June 2007 Signed, numbered & illustrated copies Another Song I Know is a delightful collection of brief, resilient poems. Reading them, one by one by one, is like taking a walk through our common everyday world and suddenly hearing what the poet hears: the leaves, a coffee cup, chairs — and yes, even people, singing their songs of wisdom, sweetness, and light. — Tom Koontz, Barnwood poetry magazine |
Also by William Michaelian POETRY Winter Poems ISBN: 978-0-9796599-0-4 52 pages. Paper. —————————— Another Song I Know ISBN: 978-0-9796599-1-1 80 pages. Paper. —————————— Cosmopsis Books San Francisco Signed copies available Main Page Author’s Note Background Notebook A Listening Thing Among the Living No Time to Cut My Hair One Hand Clapping Songs and Letters Collected Poems Early Short Stories Armenian Translations Cosmopsis Print Editions Interviews News and Reviews Highly Recommended Let’s Eat Favorite Books & Authors Useless Information Conversation Flippantly Answered Questions E-mail & Parting Thoughts Poetry, Notes & Marginalia: Recently Banned Literature Collected Poems by William Michaelian A Larger Life Monastery of Psalms Revelation Friends (includes French translation) Hunger Is It His Coat? The Boy Who Wrote Letters Forty Days, Forty Nights Papa’s Song (clam chowder blues) The Pilgrim’s Way A Christmas Wish The Teacher The Literary Awakening of America The Healer The Enigmatic Child What Happened to God Reading Tristram Shandy A Prefix of Obscure Meaning He Knows My Only Friend The World I Know We Do Not Need a Poem Three Short Poems The More We Are Looking For I Hear the Earth What Will I Give You? Great Minds Think Alike The Age of Us All I Met My Spirit Claim Denied Summer Days Greek Peppers Another Hard Day James Joyce Singing How Many Stones? At the Armenian Home The Peace Talks The Eggs of March Armenian Music If Poems Were Days Once Again I Lied Frogs One Last Thing Everywhere I Go Up Here On the Hill Pumpkins Winter View What December Said to January Winter Poems Spring Haiku How to Write a Poem, In Three Lessons The Walls Have Ears Why I Don’t Buy Grapes To French Vanilla and All the Other Flavors It Was Early Morning Haiku Someone’s Mother Fall Questions My Old Black Sport Coat The Clerk and the Windmill Roadside Distress, Part 2 Magical Realism (First Prize) Café Poetry Night: Two Poems Short Poem for Spring Short Poem for Summer I Find Him Eating Butterflies For the Sister I Never Had An Absurdist Play The Second Act Essay Of Poets and Other Things | |
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