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.
Side A
Find me on the flip-sideWhere vague percussionsTap below quarter-tones.
I steal what I can from your songLike some high-tech sink...
Part 1.
I tossed the day awayYeaton’s farm a memoryof waving cornsoft hill grasses the bent barnred in a gold sunbut, it is your eyesthat...
There is an essence to angerthat bites the heads of snakesrattles the chains of Asmodai,in the vague light bad seeds wilt and diehe stands...
Here in the Venice lounge we have no lagoonswe have no gondolas, mountains and lakes are plentythey silver Sunday afternoons framed by...
My number nine thought this morning
is of you beyond our high picket fence
Like Tim's neighbor you remain a mystery
even after your...