Tuesday, December 11, 2018

The Extremes

I'm not a man of science
nor a man of faith either
and what if I saw
something really strange.
The memory of the little
woman who came from Romania,
the land of gypsies
makes a sharp blast inside my eyes.
What if a thing
crawled out of my nose
and opened doors
without hands?

Friday, December 07, 2018

Movie about a Scientist

He comes
with a woman on his arm
and he leaves
with a woman
on his arm. He
calls himself
doctor, carries a leather
passport case
and he still
doesn't know
who he is.

Thursday, December 06, 2018

The Making of a Mad Man

Here I am
in a small house
crying silently
close to sleep
as I fade
and the colors
vanish. It's delusion
when nobody sees it,
alone with wishes.
The feeling that I know
is delusion,
slamming my
fists against the bed.
No speech,
no language.

Tuesday, December 04, 2018

New Book 478 pages

Until I Got to New York

Monday, December 03, 2018

Lie and Culture

All those
as you sit together
far from the ice
how many of them
are real, even the
ones who appear
in your words
and the supernatural
images that break
the monotony of paper,
how many are real?
What you call
people slotted away
in what you call
distant mountains?
Action and being
ride in the interface
between myth and rumor.

Saturday, December 01, 2018


Then suddenly
the dreams got so
big they began
leaking into the day.
The movies brought
not nice to say
were said.
Vacuums in faces
got colder.
No kindness came
from the shops,
and those without bodies
who filled the days
with wordless speech
turned their backs
or even closed their doors.

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Thank you, Don, for your submission to Friday’s Poems. We will be publishing "Seeing My Granddaughter in The wizard of Oz" in the Dec. 14, 2018 Issue. http://www.davidpfraser.ca/fridays-poems.html

David Fraser, editor            

On Sat, Nov 10, 2018 at 5:07 PM Don Schaeffer <donnyman40@gmail.com> wrote:

Seeing my Grandaughter in The Wizard of Oz

Which is the better heaven
Dorothy thinks: above the rainbow
where the colors are bright
and friendships form among allied
strangers who judge you by a smile,
or the darker earth
of aunties?
When I hear the song
I cry, swept into the sky
where bluebirds go
and experienced, with her,
in miracles and death.
I live here in Kansas.
The intensity of wishes
stings my heart.