“Music Man”
Music Man On Dylan’s The Philosophy of Song (who) Is poet (sifts) To sort (sorting) These stillborn pledges Of memory (in) To the Actual voice Of a life by John … Continue reading
Life, Death & Poetry
HYMNS TO THE NIGHT ROAD (Poems For Dead Parents). John Aiello. Electric Review Press. “(and)I wonder whatYou’re thinking today(as)Your eyesDart aroundThe roomLike dank mirrored spears(wondering)Where theMind goes(fecund)In clots(& waiting)To die…” … Continue reading
John Aiello’s First Book of Poems Now On Sale
HYMNS TO THE NIGHT ROAD (Poems For Dead Parents). John Aiello. Electric Review Press. With original art work by Eric Ward. John Aiello and Electric Review Press announce the release of Hymns To the … Continue reading
“First Cure”
First Cure For Allen Ginsberg’s Ghost (this)Morning I heardYou writingYour epic KaddishAll over again (there)At theKitchen tableIn the pale(mid)Night lamplight(writing)In twin rainbowsOf inkOn onionSkin parchment (these)Tear-stained websOf wordsIn linenBlue pools(out)Line … Continue reading
A Meditation On Michael McClure’s Mule Kick Blues
MULE KICK BLUES – AND LAST POEMS. Michael McClure. City Lights Books. Edited by Garrett Caples. I. Poet Michael McClure was obsessed with the way words hang on the page … Continue reading
“Scarlet In the Moonlight”
In 1975, Bob Dylan encountered violinist Scarlet Rivera one afternoon on a New York City street. In the blink of an eye in a mystical millisecond, a bond was forged. … Continue reading
“Chain of Ghosts”
Chain of Ghosts (A Meditation on Emma Swift’s Version of “Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands”) (all) Of a sudden (wind) In thirsty fists (tempests) In my soul Are … Continue reading
“Sheriff As Historian”
The following poem was inspired by the work of California writer and historian John G. Edmonds, who served as a Deputy Sheriff in San Mateo County, California for 40 years. … Continue reading
“Fever Tempest”
Fever Tempest (Meditations On Dylan’s Murder Most Foul) “I am the dead dog’s last stand (this) visceral power of edges and ends” (all) Of a sudden (windows) Full of glances … Continue reading