My new poetry chapbook Berlin (from Maverick Duck Press) is flying out the door, and I thought I'd throw up a sample poem for anyone who would like to see what the chap is all about. The poems were all written during a week in Berlin, Germany in 2010 and contain plenty of noir sentiments: streelamps, trains, sidewalks, corner cafes, nighttime skylines, hotel ghosts, and more. You can order copies for $6 via the publisher or by emailing me at jhdwriting@hotmail.com. If you already own a copy, you can leave a review and rating at Goodreads.com. Thanks!
Six to the End
out go the lights
six to the end like empty chambers
of a smoking gun dead
broken heels running in the night
up the wet street, up the wet sky
blonde hair gracing the face of the moon
every dream has a hole
and every hole pours red hope
into pools of abrupt sermon songs
there isn’t a street without a crack
and there isn’t woman without a spine
to hold up her coat, or feathered summation
the women, they reload quick
and then men, they hurry for knives
every villain eager for a hero
every heart beaten to a pulp
and the empty shells slip from the gun
clatter onto the glass table
roll across Venetian blinds like mice
in the alleys there are tigers
in Macau there are fires
in morgues there are long dreams of masculine fear
all down the potter’s lane, cemeteries in a row
six to the end like waiting chambers
six to the end like autumn lovers gone
