A. D. Winans is a native San Francisco poet, writer and photographer, whose work has appeared internationally, and has been translated into eight languages. He is a graduate of San Francisco State University and a member of PEN. He is the author of over forty-five books and chapbooks of poetry and prose, including The Holy Grail: Charles Bukowski and the Second Coming Revolution (Dustbooks). A collection of Selected Poems was just published by Presa Press. He is the former editor and publisher of Second Coming Magazine/Press. He edited and published Second Coming for seventeen years, where he met and became close friends with the late Bob Kaufman, Jack Micheline, and Charles Bukowski. In 2005 a song poem of his was performed at Tully Hally, NYC. In 2006 he was awarded a PEN National Josephine Miles Award for Literary Excellence. He can be contacted at: slowdancer2006@netzero.com.

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An emptiness
in my chest
Like an infertile womb
Filled yet vacant
Void of life
Empty of love
Limping my way
Through life
Dragging behind
My wounds
Old loves trailing
Behind
Like a hungry wolf
Leaving a trail behind
For its young

 

 

Road Rage

Anger, fist raised
Middle-finger salute
Red-faced fury
Escalation, punch
To face, pulled
Gun, anger done
Blood red sun

 

 

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I am tired of playing cosmic mind games
With outer space women
Invading my inner space
Intent on seducing body and soul

My face is a well-traveled road map
My body an unattended garden.

My life has become a deserted movie set
Where dead actors compete for my attention.

Last year’s love waits in the bedroom
With whips and chocolate-chip cookies
The clock ticks in anticipation.

I lay alone wrapped in jazz notes
Waiting for the sleep police
To arrive with a life saving stretcher
To carry me off into the
Jazz blue night

 

 

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