Worldwide Hippies Book Nook
WWH – Book Nook will appear every Sunday here at WorldWide Hippies. We want to bring you some of the best writers and poets–whether they are new writers, weary older writers, experimental, funny, romantic, and innovative and energetic writers. You’ll find them here, each and every Sunday.
“A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face. It is one of the few havens remaining where a man’s mind can get both provocation and privacy.”
- Edward P. Morgan
Electric Company, (Writing Knights Press, 2011) is a collection of poems about lit lovers and others who’ve given John Burroughs a charge. Sizzling with current, stimulating and sometimes even shocking work, this chapbook promises to plug into you, turn you on and leave you tingling all over. No batteries required.
6/9: Improvisations in Dependence by Jesus Crisis (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2009) Limited edition of 68, signed and include the poem, “Do Dew”
Half awake thoughts
Are often the clearest
Unclouded by day dreams
Day schemes
Day screams
Still cool
Gently coated with dew
Soon to be evaporated into
Do.
Bloggerel by JC (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2008) Includes the poem,
“Bloodshot”
Indian summer sun squints, bloodshot like the
Wide wounded eyes of my cynical Seneca ancestors.
On and on
nd anon,
An endless queue of unrelenting conquistadors,
Lusting for booty
or bust,
Defile our trust and defame the name of God
in the name of God.
Opportunity does not knock for trusting tribesmen,
be they from Arizona
Africa
the Amazon
or Akron.
Riding roughshod over every allegedly endless empire
Including America the beautifully dutiful,
The cursed hearse of history leads a parade of pathetic
and unsympathetic plotters,
plodders,
priests and presidents,
Electable eels who feel their forked tongues
and dung
Make them agents of distinction
instead of
extinction.
Sweetly sighing lullabies of liberty
and expediency,
These leaders open
Their bomb bays
as they pray
First for the unconditional surrender of their enemies
And last,
if at all,
For the bloodshot souls
Of the soon to be charred
Children of Hiroshima
Hanoi
Belfast
Belgrade
Baghdad
Bethlehem and
Coming soon
to a theatre
of war
near
you.
Water Works (2012 Recycle Karma Press), features 25 poems on more than 30 pages (soy ink on 100% recycled paper), gorgeously handbound by editor Heather Ann Schmidt using silver cord and Japanese Chiyogami.
Two broadsides featuring his work, For Change Is and Low Kay Shun, are available from NightBallet Press.
John is also the founding editor and publisher for Crisis Chronicles Press and a regular contributor to the Cleveland Poetics and Ohio Poetry Association blogs. Since 2011 he has served as the OPA’s webmaster pro tem.
John founded a loose association called Poets of Lorain County, under whose auspices he’s hosted regular open mic and featured poet events at the Avon Lake Public Library and the Lorain Arts Council’s 737 Gallery, in his hometown
Visit his Crisis Blog – http://crisisblog.crisischronicles.com/ – to learn more.
Poetry Pad:
My Transcendence
There will be transcendence on the shores of my qualms.
My apprehension will plummet into the abyss.
The Eye of Horus observes my dormant soul.
My veins feel Odin suspended from the Tree of Life.
He is captivated by the message in the runes.
This is spiritual, not physical.
Violet shrouds my psyche.
Your crooked judgment is only misunderstanding.
I can hear the trees whisper to the stars.
I can feel the stars accommodate the universe.
I am spellbound by the hidden realm.
We are insignificant in comparison.
The negative vibrations of selfishness attack this earth.
Its aura flickers under the burden.
I fold my weary eyes to this one.
Behind those shades I behold the astral.
This is where my soul will linger.
Melissa Calvert
