KATSARIDAPHOBIA
i know
ask anyone retching their guts out from
chemotherapy
or looking at their mom
in a coffin
or one of the 40,,000
kids
who die everyday
from
wretched
hunger
if
they
would
swap
my
cockroach problem
for
theirs
but there it was
climbing up the side
of the tissue box
antennae
going
gabo gabo
next to my
bed
which is on the floor
i keep remembering
the story
my buddy told me
how when
he was a
kid
in
st clair village
one almost crawled in his mouth
while
he
slept
Vincent Zepp about Vincent Zepp. Arriving at the time in history (including literary history) when I did. I was blessed to have such a rich tradition of poetry, art, music, and culture to available to me. This continues to allow my poetry to flourish in a rich loam of influences. The work I believe is representative of the best thoughts and intuitions of my generation of writers whose challenge is to move forward with the gifts given to us from previous generation of artists. From Ferlinghetti who opened my eyes to Pound and Eliot through the various significant literary and art movements of the 20th century. Then there was the haiku master Basho who showed us frogs leaping into the pond of our mind. John Berryman said our poetry should be something no one else could do. I’ve tried to focus on that idea.
Fiercely, horribly powerful, razor sharp, focused imagery evoking the dread I recall from my childhood.
just terribly freaked out by em..
The merge of dilemma, how a world sees. yes, they will survive us all. Wonderful!
fuck yes….they will…thanks
I appreciate how you get so much in there with sparse phrases, comparing what can’t be, identifying terror, past/present, clarity…very good
im a big fuckin baby when it comes to this….though love the clinical word for it…thanks linda
I found one in my shoe at the hospital where I used to work. It ran out as I put my foot in!!!
my cat used to bring them to me…thata when my wife learned what a wuss i was