Crazy Old Man

Harold Cohn

Description

The anthology "CRAZY OLD MAN" is designed to make you laugh, make you cry, and make you question why. This anthology is comprised of selected things written by this author over twenty-five years. In the book are the following genre: poetry, nonfiction, playwriting, and supposition essays. Examples of titles in the book by genre are: Poetry: "WINGED WARRIOR", "THE WHORE", "MR. GREENBURG", and "weeping willow why" (American Haiku), Fiction: The short-short story "DUI" (written in second person), Nonfiction: "POINTS of INTEREST- DEADMAN,S POINT-SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA" , "THE MOUNT LAGUANA / KITCHEN CREEK FIRE", AND "HOW TO SURVIVE A WRITER'S WORKSHOP". Playwriting: the play titled: "MIDNIGHT", Supposition essays: "BAKED-BEAN COLORED ROCK DECORATED WITH PETROGLYPHS", 'THE BALANCED SOLAR SYSTEM THOREM", and "PERALTA STONES FIND THE LOST DUTCHMAN MINE".

Sujets

• Native American
• Art

Informations

• Publié par: Outskirts Press
• Date de parution: 12 octobre 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781478783237
• Langue: English

Extrait

The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of the author and do not represent the opinions or thoughts of the publisher. The author has represented and warranted full ownership and/or legal right to publish all the materials in this book.

Crazy Old Man
An Anthology
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Copyright © 2015 Harold Cohn
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Foreword

This book is designed to make you laugh, make you cry, and make you question why.
Table of Contents

MY DREAM
WINGED WARRIOR
WRITER’S BLOCK
READ
ONIONS
THE BOAT
MIDNIGHT
MIGHTY STATELY OAK
BUM
POINT OF INTEREST—DEAD MAN’S POINT, SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
SILENCE
THURSDAY NIGHT
THE MOUNT LAGUNA/KITCHEN CREEK FIRE
DEAF
IT’S IN THE CAN
WORDLESS
TRUTH … THE AMERICAN WAY
WITH WONDERFUL WORDS
THE BELL
THE RECEPTACLE
POINT OF INTEREST—POINT LOMA, SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
THE MOVIE
SQUARE DANCE
BLUE HERON
PEACHES
HOW TO SURVIVE A WRITER’S WORKSHOP
GOSSIP
THE PIEDRAS GRANDE SHEPARD PICTOGRAPH
BELLS
UPON THE STOOP
SMOG
BANG! BANG! BANG!
SIBLING PRAYER
COLD
LITTLE FLOWER
WE WORKED
SLEEP
THE TREADMILL OF LIFE
THIS FOR THAT
WATER
THE BALANCED SOLAR SYSTEM THEOREM
MR. GREENBURG
THE LOST DUTCHMAN GOLD MINE
THE FARMER REJOICES
NIGHT SHOW
SHIRLEY
WEEPING WILLOW WHY
THE WHORE
WITH WONDERFUL WORDS
DUI
THE GOLDEN ONION
MY WIFE
MY DREAM

My dream, my dream, my dream
Is to write

In the middle of the night
Of wrong and right
Of war and might

Of near, far, and where
Of a dog, a cat and a bear
Of you, me, and a fair

To write a ream
My dream, my dream, my dream
WINGED WARRIOR

Winged Warrior
Your tears of flame
Drop like rain

Extinguishing the soul
Of the innocent, the young, the old

Winged Warrior your destiny
Is that of an effigy
Of man’s fascination with death, pain
And war the game

Winged Warrior fly
Surly, the rabble (the mother, the child)
Must die!
WRITER’S BLOCK

I am seated in a curved back secretarial chair. Natural light illuminates the paper beneath my hand. Mellow music flows from the radio. My pen is poised and ready to tattoo creative words and phrases into the fiber of this paper. Conditions are perfect. Yet, my hand does not move.
As I stare at the blank sheet of paper before me, the horizontal blue lines in parallel rows grow. The vertical red line one inch from the left hand border that intersects with the blue lines is menacing. These lines enclose the frightening white voids that must be filled by Wednesday night. That is when the writing assignment is due for the creative writing class.
What can I do? My mind is empty of creative thought. It is a desert; a wasteland! How am I going to explain a blank sheet of paper? Maybe, I should do something else for a while?
I could take a walk. Shoot pool? Drink a coke? Fix a sandwich with a slice or two; a slab of cheese. Toasted? Stop! Stop these foolish thoughts and get down to the task at hand. Now, gets that pen moving!
However, there is no need to write; this assignment is finished!
READ

Grandma learned to read
With Dick and Jane

Mama learned to read
By sight; how plain

I’m learning to read
With the phonics game