Poetry For People

  FROM THE BACK COVER: As it was for many, 2001 was a critical year for me. Not only did 9/11 rock my world like nothing before it, but earlier in the year both my sister AND my girlfriend’s father committed suicide. By April ’03—after 7 1/2 years together—The Girlfriend and I were done. But instead of moving out and getting my own place in LA, I had another idea: sell, trash or store most of what I owned. Then I’d set off across America in my ’73 VW bus to quench my chronic wanderlust, do some volunteer work along the way and write about the experience on www.TheGreatestYearOfMyLife.com. At the start of 2002—after the year of loss and before the year of leaving—I set out to write a poem every day. Not because I consider myself a poet. Not out of some burning desire to publish a book of poetry. I simply thought it would be an effective way to document what was sure to be an interesting year. This would be a sort of journal…only in poetry form. Well, I didn’t exactly crank out 365 poems. But what I’ve amassed in the 101 poems collected here is an honest glimpse at a year in transition. A vivid picture of a man adrift in a sea of contradictions and inner conflict, swimming in his subterranean sadness and self-doubt. Yet also consumed with just enough hope, faith and crazy optimism to save the world. Or not. PRICE: $15.00

 

FROM THE BACK COVER:

As it was for many, 2001 was a critical year for me. Not only did 9/11 rock my world like nothing before it, but earlier in the year both my sister AND my girlfriend’s father committed suicide. By April ’03—after 7 1/2 years together—The Girlfriend and I were done. But instead of moving out and getting my own place in LA, I had another idea: sell, trash or store most of what I owned. Then I’d set off across America in my ’73 VW bus to quench my chronic wanderlust, do some volunteer work along the way and write about the experience on www.TheGreatestYearOfMyLife.com.

At the start of 2002—after the year of loss and before the year of leaving—I set out to write a poem every day. Not because I consider myself a poet. Not out of some burning desire to publish a book of poetry. I simply thought it would be an effective way to document what was sure to be an interesting year. This would be a sort of journal…only in poetry form.

Well, I didn’t exactly crank out 365 poems. But what I’ve amassed in the 101 poems collected here is an honest glimpse at a year in transition. A vivid picture of a man adrift in a sea of contradictions and inner conflict, swimming in his subterranean sadness and self-doubt. Yet also consumed with just enough hope, faith and crazy optimism to save the world. Or not. PRICE: $15.00