by James Schwartz I fall into prayer position, My arms around his breath. The rise and fall of the present, the moment. All I ever needed or dreamt of. In his twinkling eyes, Answers replace questions, I need not look up. To see that familiar grin, Or know that, It is raining outside. [...]
Archives for September, 2011
In Every Doorway (Reprise)
by James Schwartz In every doorway lies a poem. In his wilds I build my poem. Of muse and ink and literary labor. And all our dreams we sink and savor. * from The Literary Party: Growing Up Gay and Amish in America
New Chapters (Fourth Verse)
by James Schwartz His eyes well, smile, stay, leave. With him my heart and here. There is nothing to bereave. For the massacred heart feared dear.
Belated “Bye, Borders Book Store!”
One day I will (along with many others) really miss those fine moments at Borders Book Store – real books with actual pages to touch and the smell of coffee and chocolate from the cafe, classical or alternative music in the background (live music on weekends) and all those interesting poets, writers, musicians we used to meet there [...]
Breakfast Blend
by James Schwartz The Bard’s web log: Now Serving Breakfast Blend! Civilians get wasted, Soldiers gaysted. Devout clubbers lay servitude to trend. No queer queries poetry untasted. War and Religion rage on in the dawn. The Soldier and Civilian part in the street. The Soldier to wells from which courage is drawn. Sailing the high [...]
The Literary Party
by James Schwartz Marsden Hartley. Robert Duncan. W.H. Auden. Chester Kallman. Yukio Mishima. Lord Byron. Charles “Badger” King. Ian Young. John Wieners. William Cory. Stan Persky. Langston Hughes. Pindar. Horatio Forbes Brown. Benjamin Musser. F.W.H Meyers. Pier Paolo Pasolini. Michelangelo Buonaroti. Friedrich Holderlin. Joe Brainard. Torquato Tasso. James Merrill. John Moray Stuart-Young. Paul Verlaine. [...]
Reblog: DADT Politiku
by James Schwartz Historic midnight / Tomorrow is a new day / Dignity in the dawn. Reblog DADT Politiku: http://politiku.tumblr.com/post/10420203533/james-schwartz-dadt-politiku-historic-midnight
Dead Letter
Factory smoke and fog along the river. Kiss a girl and make her quiver. Kiss her right and you’re her lover. Lovers and warriors are what women go for. On the ground, head down, bodies all around, Manning thinks about his small town, as black smoke billows from exploding bombs. He envisions the lunch pail [...]

