Dean : Writing

       Island Cries

Island Cries

A Poem by Dean


Stand upon the coastwhere winds and voicespass their salted secrets to the land;there insouciant madmen hear, and turn away.And I cannot.They call me ..
        Perception at a Given Age*

Perception at a Given Age*

A Poem by Dean


The lion finally may acquiesceand rest his head from roaring,for I never really knewI was his keeper; the child crouching lowand shuddering; before he..
       To My Alter Self

To My Alter Self

A Poem by Dean


There again,unmeterd, ominous soliloquy,rushing past its voiceeast to the Atlantic, hours away,absorbed within that flooded chestand disembodied, lost..
Meditations on "Silent Fire"

Meditations on "Silent Fire"

A Poem by Dean


(You'll find the following a bit different, from me at least, and much of it was composed several years ago,and then updated now. I have long admired ..
          To My Alter Self

To My Alter Self

A Poem by Dean


This house I carry on my back(and readily assemble for a handy crowd)was never planned, except on impulse,though its ego system is ingenious;I switch ..
       A Twenty-first Century Elegy

A Twenty-first Century Elegy

A Poem by Dean


If there were a tomb to hold my thoughts alonewhere only those who seek it, meditate,guffaws would echo on the heavenly green;ideas will not live beyo..
        Incarnate Muse

Incarnate Muse

A Poem by Dean


I write of art that stupefies,I, who would immortalize new fire, new reflection...one that weaves a thread of elegance,who does no make of smoldering ..
    The Last Interview

The Last Interview

A Poem by Dean


The sage was hard to find,and shook his head when he was askedabout a world view.He said there was a goal in it.Always some contaminant emergedto take..
        In Iowa

In Iowa

A Poem by Dean


Late snow and early rains forgaveold indiscretion when He ploughed his field last fall. Four inches ofblack topsoil stayed before the windrushed down ..
        How Far Away

How Far Away

A Poem by Dean


Distance closes in,defining its intrusion into space and time;the rock within my garden,once a landmarkon that spot; it first half-hidden in the soil,..