and dive into the chasm
at one with air
through untried space
soar on lines of dare
awash with angst.
to ride inside the slipstream
pull on rip cord
loosen flapping spells
dandle on these
fragile threads of mind-silk
is a compilation of free verse written between 1996 and 1998.
The poem “Revelation” first appeared in Poet’s Paper, and
this collection also contains the top ten winning entries of the Inka
Publications Poetry Showcase Competition of 1997.
First place went to
“March 17,” and other notable entries were submitted by
Long, Kathleen Carlton Johnson, Joyce G. Moyna, Roberta Pughe, Rochelle L. Holt, Donald Cochran, and Maureen Lanagan Haggerty.
From the author:
the themes in Free-Fall were inspired by current events or
historical reminders. These
include “Death of a Princess,” written to commemorate Princess
Diana, and a poem regarding the trial of
Woodward (October 1997) entitled, “
. . .With Liberty and Justice for All.”
Also “Tour of Alcatraz,” “Operation: Rolling Thunder,” and
“Salem” examine how past occurrences might offer some valuable insights
for the future.
poems are personal, such as “Mother,” Odyssey,” and “Poem for a
Funeral,” while others
are triggered from literary sources.
These account for “Echoes of Hemingway,” and “Deadbeat”,
dedicated to Allen Ginsberg.
Much of my verse addresses the natural world as in “Sea,”
“Identity,” “Storm,” “At the Zoo,” and “Wolf.”
favorite poem is the extended “An Exercise in Blasphemy,” which suggests
that if we found habitable circumstances on another planet similar to
Earth we might create some type of Eden
experiment and finally becomes as Gods ourselves.
Excerpt from Free-Fall :
You were always the legend among us –
dainty in danger
who flew as wild as the flame.
We envied such daring –
a sliver of silver
brave bolt of lightning
who cracked down confines of youth.
No rules ever chained that spirit –
smelling of sex
you charred them all to cinders.
But you drifted aimless and pregnant –
let life weigh down
each baby a stone in your grate.
For ten years the dragon dozed dormant –
then burst on soiled wings
abandoned the cave
left treasure smashed flat under claw.
I heard your roar from across the sea –
sighed helpless as men submitted
tried with reason, you blew it away
finally adult and hungry.
Unfocused, you pillaged the family –
left bones as ash
and tears for the suicide to drown in.
You rolled in a pain reaction –
on steam screaming clouds
against bloodied skies
lay conquered and shed yourself whole.
Now someone has finally ringed you –
lost in his dungeon
cloistered by shadow
he listens, and rattles the key.
It is visiting time –
I whisper through railings
for your spark to rekindle.