Poems from andy spaschak
I have been writing poetry for over forty years, Published in magazines, ezines, etc. I currently live in New Jersey as I recover from stage four throat cancer. I have not been able to speak for three years so my voice has become my poetry, photography, and guitar.
They are confined in canyons of chaoswriting crayon graffiti in the dark corners of restless mindshither too, and hither from, come hither...
We are like cans of soupcollecting dust in a discarded martonce, when the day was sharpour pencils pushed the poembeyond a feeble flight of...
Tidal changes of this floating heartwhen to stop, when to start?My pulse expands my waking mind.
I feel the blood rush fast to finebut,...
She was lightheartedlike a feather in soft windsI was playing throw and catchwith girls still growing breasts.
Time polices itself it...
He danced the Mapiko while stary-eyed
women looked on in fear
and lust.......unashamed
walking the dusty streets
searching for a...