Dan Hanosh’s The Moon Also Rises
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Archive for the ‘Sleepless Nights’ Category

The Words . . .

December 13, 2007

The Words My mind dreams of days long gone silver locks fall into my eyes my belly hangs over my belt and yet I don’t mind so much anymore nobodyminds much anymore for all that’s important is the words and just as long as my fingers keep punching down on the plastic keys I don’t […]


November 29, 2007

Outcast i must keep quiet yet how can i for i know why . . . i know Ernest’s darkest day and the secret he carried all the way to his grave i can’t say aloud . . . you wouldn’t believe anyhow and yet you should know i want to cry out to run […]

I Know

November 27, 2007

I know Where does the tooth fairy go where did she come from what makes a man a man or a woman a woman is truth all there is or just our good names are we supposed to work every waking day or is there more sometimes I think I have done it all before […]

Poetry and Me . . .

November 24, 2007

Poetry and Me . . . Do you read poetry? Do you buy poetry books? I do . . . I’m not sure I would know how to act if I didn’t . . . Let me explain. I love the beautiful words. I love reading them out loud. I’ve been reading, Walt Whitman’s Leaves […]

I am thankful . . .

November 21, 2007

I am thankful I am thankful for the fishes that swim in the seas and for the lakes and for the streams I am thankful for the trees that keeps the blistering sun off our shoulders I am thankful for the wind that cools our faces on the coldest winter’s day I am thankful for […]

Sweet Southern Magnolia

November 18, 2007

Sweet Southern Magnolia And I started to wonder why . . . why sweet magnolia trees don’t grow in the frigid north are we deprived . . . it can’t be our lack of love can it . . . we love stray dogs heck . . . we love each other don’t we . […]

Lonely is the Night

November 12, 2007

Lonely is the Night Out of the darkened night air trudged the shadow a man tattered soiled and stained opaque hair greasy slick beard tangled twisted gray his plop pop echoed pecking the solid floor ghostly flakes whirled chilling stone a moment’s peace to ease his glacial roots a call came to the station a […]

Why Write Poetry . . .

November 10, 2007

Why Write Poetry . . . Today I thought I would do something different. I wanted to spread a message, a thought. I read poetry and I write it because it’s the heart of a write, his soul put to paper. It’s the life blood of great literature. Without it those works just would not […]

Fall Comes . . .

November 8, 2007

Fall Comes The wind whines outside my window a white blanket lies down upon the land the trees seem barren and oh so alone and the chilling cold has enveloped my world and yet I know winter is losing its hold on us all Spring’s thaw is on its way as is the summer heat […]

Puppy Dog Dreams

November 6, 2007

Puppy Dog Dreams We are the protectors of puppy dog dreams . . . with a wee cuteness he bounces into our lives his baby like likeness captures our hearts our socks become his toys a rag doll becomes his best friend while we are away . . . and our shoes become merely collateral […]