Monday, January 12, 2009

Two Pieces by Harry Calhoun


The first few fires upon the hearth

beneath our belt in our warm winter

comfort-food belly

the coffee ready in the morning-timed

pot ready to please us again

the warmth we know is arising

planned, set or just ready

for some warmth, fire in the evening

coffee in the morning

we need this and want this

a planet cannot go around without

somebody chopping, working,

setting fire to something

maybe something we hadn’t seen before

and noticing what warmth



or, what keeps me writing

the only security is in security

is in keeping yourself sane and happy

with your security blanket poems

keep bangin’ ‘em out

again and again and if

it’s the same thing over and over

well isn’t life like that anyway

except if you don’t

speak up you have no voice

and that’s how it is

when you die, they tell me

and I can’t remember but I’ll bet

it was that way before I was born

Harry Calhoun’s articles, literary essays, book reviews and poems have been published in magazines including Writer’s Digest and The National Enquirer. He has had recent publications in Abbey, Chiron Review, Still Crazy, SNReview, Abandoned Towers, Dante’s Heart, Yippee! and Word Catalyst, for whom he writes a monthly column. He also has poetry forthcoming in LiteraryMary, The Dead Mule, Nefarious Ballerina, &c, A Common Thread, Buk Scene, Neonbeam and others. Harry writes an online wine column about quality affordable wines called Ten Dollar Tastings.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Great poems.