Potatoes by Dan Abernathy

Potatoes

I watched a young Irish mother
in Belfast, Ireland
head butted
by her Catholic husband.
She was holding
their new born baby,
taking to loud at the dinner table
for his militant comfort.
She stumbled back,
eyes glistening and fell,
into the safety of a chair.
Everyone else at the table
looked at their potatoes.
I walked past them
towards the stage
to sing karaoke
with a mic that was broken.
No one cared, no one looked up.

Dan AbernathyDan Abernathy. Welcome to the chaotic and often strange life of a Quasi, Clumsy Spiritual Warrior, Dan Abernathy. This Renaissance man is known as an outlaw poet, artist and purveyor of words, a junkyard philosopher, and a vagabond searching for a pure hedonistic meaning for his of life.

His voice, be it in his words or in his art, is a collection of oddities, fascinations, desires and obsessions – a road map of sorts, tracking the life of a man that can’t and won’t fit in.

“His poems are a bit like a well fingered bowl of mixed treats in a dark bar – filled with some salty Charles Bukowski, some chewy Hunter S. Thompson, and a little zap-a-hooty sweetness ala Dr. Seuss (tossed in just for the kiddies…er, ah, not that I’d recommend this one for any mother’s son.”David Vaughan, an artist, writer from the Pacific Northwest coast.

Abernathy makes available 98% of all his perspectives, be they fluid and random thoughts, or meandering and incomplete rants to the masses. They other 2% he keeps to himself, archived and a gift for the scholars and naysayers to decipher. Abernathy has published two books of poetry, Looking For Security While Wearing a Loincloth and I Don’t Shave on Sundays. He is also the Editor/Publisher of The Contributor, a monthly newspaper of free speech, art, travel, the spoken word and other oddities that should be revealed.

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