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THREE POEMS By Jack Lindeman BEFORE ME It was there always and ever and I had not seen it sitting in the same chair staring but not seeing anything before me while wanting to be in some other...

Two Poems (October 2015)

TWO POEMS BYJACK LINDEMAN BELIEVE Yes, I can be there enclosed in my dark skin wanting everything my eyes can reach not always available to the length of my arms. It's a kind of greed, but a man...

Two Poems (December 2014)

Two Poems by Jack Lindeman GOING And there was the distance behind me like a fading shadow while the stress of having covered miles vanished before the thrust of softer obstructions in whose midst...

Two Poems (February 2014)

Two Poems by Jack Lindeman TRAVELER I go by myself to where I am supposed to be without ever being sure I have arrived IN TRUTH How long to be endured no one can say being a small...

Justice (December 2012)

JUSTICE You tell me the day is not now and I try to enliven my cough to make sure I'm alive. That's how noise is, and how a hundred violins playing in unison can elicit applause. I know how...

Now (February 2012)

NOW Now is ever-after for which the first was made and I keep myself adrift through a variety of poses, a little hair on the chest, a short word with an echo that can't be stopped and the muscular...

Excerpt from a Novel (February 2009)

Being one of the upright upon these floorboards which themselves are upon this planet I know what you wish to avoid is as inevitable as my sitting across from you even as you rise...

Daring (September 2008)

the demand is no great credit to our sense of humanitarianism or charity,” he writes. “The impulse here is essentially one of fear.” In other words, a legal obligation makes virtuous behavior...

Dinosaurs Shouting (May 2005)

Dinosaurs Shouting You say the world is not exactly as one supposes and yet apples are more abundant than ever while worms inside their cores are now as scarce as birds without...

The Dead Pianist, My Father (August 2002)

The Dead Pianist, My Father So far being that distance, a star dance, a planetary excursion, one goes never coming down again. I dream him near, but this is not talk, this is not giving him...

Epiphanies (July 2001)

Epiphanies l. That dream's abandonment is merely a haggard flashback by now and nothing seems more certain than the hands on a clock that have never deserted their embryonic circle. 2. I...

Poetry: (February 1993)

choose our historical epoch, the country of our birth, or the im- us, only to explain that they can't help it because mutual de- mediate circumstances of our upbringing" (Ambition: The ...

Verse: (March 1988)

Jack Lindeman Growing Deaf I am tired of listening with my cars shaped like knotholes and nothing in sight. I lie down in my own trough and Iced on my mind. Each nibble enriches a thought, each...

Verse (March 1982)

Michael Cadnum The Horse The sinews of the angry mare grow tau hard as the impenetrable future as she tries to pull the stump, Tries and fails. The taproot locked-in dives to something trees...

VERSE (February 1976)

JACK LINDEMAN THEN AND NOW What do we carry being robbers of our meditations, having no masters but ourselves, bringers of wind with our words & our bare skins imprinted like parchment with the...

VERSE (November 1975)

JACK LINDEMAN INERTIA My grievance grows, birds falling like rain, something happening that will not happen, for the sky being heavy upon fragile wishes breeds infinite cracks in the slate...

VERSE: (August 1975)

JACK LINDEMAN BREATH Here are names, people circling me like stars with no place to go & gestures in dark windows the moon keeps beating against in vain. Whatever opens is a door with nothing but...

Verse (November 1974)

French Underground won't have him (that's why he joins the Gestapo), and to be honest, Dostoyevsky's Underground wouldn't have had him either. But something here is not--if you'll excuse,...

VERSE (September 1973)

lapses of sanitation under the National Health, one doesn't find spiders in hospital rooms. The spider is out of place there. It doesn't belong. It's an intrusion, an imposition, an...

VERSE (September 1973)

had first decided on the weapons and the wounds to be inflicted, and then searched for a story to go around them. But this time the artificiality of the action is as nothing compared to that of...

VERSE (February 1973)

for example, an end to the Vietnam war or racial justice ---the political symbol is often one of moral accusation, divisiveness and insult, rather than one of invitation, reconciliation and forward...

VERSE (November 1971)

as they maneuver toward legislative success. It is sometimes argued that the population explosion is a justification for encouraging as many abortions as possible. Now, I assume that the...

VERSE: (October 1969)

threshold, represents for him, the minimal living standard gestion that the psychological effects of poverty have whereby his law of genetics finally becomes operative. most bearing on the...

VERSE (December 1965)

POEMS FOR CHRISTMAS JOHN ENGELS SEASONAL POEM I have forgotten; it was time, or not, And we had come this distance from that place. The late streets burned with ice; the car was hot, Yet...

LINE, MARY-DOROTHY

Lineaweaver, Marion

Lineberry, William

Linfert, Elise

Linfert, Elise H.

LINK, MARYJANE

Linker, Damon

Linn, Pierre

Linner, Rachelle

Linstrom, John

Lipari, Angelo

Lippert, Peter