I now have one regular patron who sends a monthly contribution to keep this poet alive. Yes, per usual, I'm a poor poet...and for some reason I'm a poor poet in its many meanings...but someone like my patron loves my work. If you become a sustaining patron I can guarantee you'll see writing from me on a regular basis. I do edit my mad. But I don't always hit it out of the park. At least my patrons have a chance to select from all my work...and they become the editors rather than the small-minded who often edit magazines and journals. Poet James Wright,one of his last books, held by two editors for the longest time that his wife Anne took to another publisher who snapped it up and it became a huge success. Now I don't have people like Robert Bly, Don Hall, or their equals I can send my poems to for a review before I put them on the internet or send to any publisher. I believe in opening up my "horde" for the world to critique or love. And it's expensive to send out my work, getting only rejection, so it's money I don't have for food, or the electric bill. Please send what you can via my email: via Paypal. I thank those who support me one way or another.


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Saturday, April 11, 2015

The Pleasure of Your Company

Such a perfect day
with people in the park.
They throw a stick for dogs.
Parents watch children play in sand.

No one could forecast
this day joins these legends.
Separate evils for untold years;
through these two, men took hold.

On this day doors close behind.
They stroll toward the peopled green;
to their eye's surprise these partners meet:
Greed and Indifference now clasping hands.

So where one is found
the other stands close behind.
Married for eternity these minds combine.
From these maladies all other grief descends.

This day it was when two friends carved
into lands, into trees, into every living thing,
through right of ownership to each abhorrent quality,
now its our charge we take: to rid them from our world.

Barry G. Wick

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