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  November 2019
volume 16 number 2
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  Mark A Fisher
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  Christine Murray
  Christopher Neal
  Brian Rihlmann
  John D Robinson
  Walter Ruhlmann
  Howard Sage
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Timothy Paul Evans
November 2019
   

 

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    Timothy Paul Evans: Tim came to writing poetry late (in his 60’s). He finds it a great release from his busy schedule of rehearsing and appearing on the stage and in front of film and tv cameras. He recently appeared on stage at the Los Angeles Theater Center in “The Pitch” starring Paul Rodriguez. His poems have appeared in the 2016-2017 and 2018-2019 San Diego Poetry Annual as well as the 2018 National Beat Poetry Festival 10 Year Anthology. He is currently working on a one act play dealing with domestic violence in the immigrant community titled “A Dance” incorporating spoken word, music and dance.

   

 

A Fortnight of Tears Wiped Away on the Sleeve of a Condemned Man

in the ante room of
my dreams I can hear
the rustling of leaves
against the waning night
withered branches
moaning from the ache
of being thrashed about
by the unwelcome
winds of change in
the market value of
weddings and murders
committed in the name
of honor, the value of
a good slap to the head
to jar a memory loose from
its moorings to go floating
off into unexplored realms
of untethered ravings by
the learned men hung
by their wrists in their ivory
towers of learning for
learning’s sake, their cups
of Earl Grey, hot, leaning
over the precipice of an
open window overlooking
the afterthought of the newly
dead not yet tucked in in
among the roses reading
“Good Night Moon” to the
Mourners scattered amongst
The splintered trees of Calvary
Awaiting news as to the Carpenter
Being truly a man of his word

copyright 2019 Timothy Paul Evans