Make It a Pilgrimage, Mr. Mann
Open your sketchbook and draw life. Not charcoal, but color. Let bright stand for tomorrow. The past is dark. You can get detailed if you have the skill. Trees, rocks, …
Open your sketchbook and draw life. Not charcoal, but color. Let bright stand for tomorrow. The past is dark. You can get detailed if you have the skill. Trees, rocks, …
Click on the link below to hear John Mann interviewed on WIUM,-FM: http://www.tristatesradio.com/post/award-winning-poet-changed-course-after-911-attacks
Poetry Reading at Western Illinois University Wednesday, March 6, 2013, 7:00 p.m. Sherman Hall Auditorium John Mann will read from his new book, Able, Baker, Charlie Book Signing and Reception …
Entry requirements are stiff. Body irrelevant. Names, who can say. A big thing is, can you count. Do you understand decay. Can you throw a skull on a potter’s wheel. …
In class today he learns the Garden of Eden. He eats trees, feels Eve run her hand over his chest. She is supple and disappears like rain. Serpents are god …
Water conservation can be a way of life, he learns. Ski across the flow of the high desert on a pair of burning feet. Let the sage be your guide, …
Ying/Yang magnets on the fridge. Press them together to neutralize the field. Soccer uniforms can be unisex. Everything becomes a dayglo poster. Swirling clothes loose in the arms. Boy/girl names. …
Someone put a meter on his life and it ate all his coins. He was sure to get a ticket. Several start-ups had failed. Some guy was eating poems on …
They rode his head all night, the wild horses of hate and desire. Now comes the scythe-man aiming for his middle. Run run run screams the poetry of hunger. Oh …