I'm a big fan of Westerns, and the iconic Boot Hill, and of course addicted to writing, so this one got my attention. Thanks, Ken, a real feelings-grabber, a stirring write.
High time you got a Book out Ken if you haven't already - nothing cheers me up more than seeing those Sales for the Amazon EBooks steadily accumulating. Your Writing is certainly at the level where you should be considering Publishing a Book if you haven't already. Obviously if you have Published already, clue me in please.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
currently compiling and editing a collection with pub date tentatively set for late march or early a.. read morecurrently compiling and editing a collection with pub date tentatively set for late march or early april. previously two small chapbooks now out of print in the 80s (neither of which I currently am considering for reprint, prefer them where they are, buried). then a period of idleness (making money ;) also just finished a private publishing for my wife "In the Key of Musica" which will be pub to wider audience if and when she decides (her xmas gift) otherwise it is hers to gift PDF to friends. I made a living for a long time off of words tony, (advertising pr) but only now am i re engaging in writing for myself. but as prolific as i appear on here, this is workshopping, and the revisions are a long slow process for me. keep you informed though, and thanks for the encouragement
ken
Undoubtedly grim, but so eloquently put. What poet has not thought of himself as an outlaw gunslinger, resurrected every time one of his poems is read? Writing, as you have said, is something we are compelled to do. Call it a vocation, if you want a fancy word. There is no retirement. We all in a sense die with our boots on.
Youth flies away fast and then comes the bracing and saddling up for the ride into the unknown. This is not how one imagines it indeed. We come from wherever, so unprepared and we go away the same way.
cold drop box denouement ....I liked that so much. Sounds so bleak and so final.
I don't know what my last poem will be but the thought of it clutches my heart cold.