Springwood Press

Grafton Street Serenade

On Grafton Street a legless busker
Begged a tune from his plastic flute
Gazing the while at his missing feet
By Saint Stephen’s Green
With the swans and the palms and mist

Celluloid Elegy

The pigtailed killer of the wicked witch
led daddy’s kids thru Emerald City
before she made it there herself

In Memoriam, Eric Marciano

There are no stars today
but those of memory:
he lives still in my reverie
and I need recall only
the good times now:

The Doomsday Clock:

Two Minutes Till Midnight

We can no longer control the fires around us, but still we burn the Earth with petroleum and coal.

Even the Bible predicts our fiery Hell, which is turning out to be man-made.

Freedom Day

We hold these truths to be self-evident:
all white men who own property
are created equal –
this of course excludes
black people and Indian people
and women and poor white
whiskey tangos . . .

Field of Dreams

Death is the mother of beauty
The mother of us all
Birthing us on to new journeys
Into new identities
Melding us with the Holy Spirit
The All-One Over-Soul.

Un Secret

Marc and Anne-Marie
live in the shadow of the Marquis
de Sade’s chateau between
Le Coste and Coustellet
in the hot magic of Provence.

Prologue: The River

As a poet, I am fascinated by the metaphysical, mystical, and metaphorical nature of rivers in general and the Ohio River at Madison in particular.

The River

Moving past Broadway, past Elm
Past the geese at the floating marina
The stacks of the monolithic power plant
Past all the bare and sunken trees
To list round the bend at Hanover

When I recently visited the Great Law of Peace Center in Syracuse, I was shocked to learn that the sacred Onondaga Lake, which is the setting for the beginning and ending of my historical novel “Turtle Island: A Dream of Peace,” is the most polluted lake in America.

For Jack Carlton, Requiescat in Pace

Barely contained laughter
slicing open the heart of the matter
exposing the irony or hypocrisy

of all our tendentious moments
here on this long wave
we’ve been riding for half a century.

Dawali

Today light conquers darkness
good triumphs over evil
knowledge beats ignorance
as millions of Hindus light lamps
and decorate floors with colored
rice and sand and flour designs
designed to banish the dark side

By the Villa Borghese

By the Villa Borghese park and the statues of Lord Byron and Goethe, I wait for a bus and watch two old homeless Roman women, sitting on a bench on the street opposite me . . .

Turtle Island

Jack Ramey’s novel “Turtle Island: A Dream of Peace” about the founding of the first democracy on the American continent by the Iroquois deals with profound issues of spirituality, war & peace, and the nature of good & evil. It has a special appeal for anyone interested in history, feminism, spirituality, or in protecting the resources of our planet for future generations.

Eavesdropping in Plato’s Café

Eavesdropping in Plato’s Café is a collection of lyrical, elegiac, and dramatic poems by Jack Ramey that are at once philosophical and personal, encompassing the broad sweep of history from ancient Greece to post-millennial America.

Ode to a Nightingale

John Keats, who was born on October 31, 1795, was not well regarded during his brief lifetime, but now, more than two hundred years after his birth, his small output of poems are considered some of the most beautiful and beloved in the English language.

Ode on a Grecian Urn

Some say Keats was inspired after seeing the Elgin Marbles in the British Museum. Others maintain that it was the Townley Vase that fired his imagination. Neither of these objects, however, contain the wealth of detail that exist in the poem. In it, the poet contemplates the eternal nature of art and the fleeting nature of life.

Ode to the West Wind

Poet and spoken-word artist Jack Ramey reads Shelley’s famous poem written after a walk through the woods along the Arno River during a fierce storm. The physical storm and its metaphorical possibilities excited his great poetic imagination, and this poem literally poured out of him.

Ozymandias

Poet and spoken-word artist Jack Ramey reads Shelley’s sonnet, which is one of his most famous poems. This fine poem reflects Shelley’s view that tyranny cannot last and that tyrants will always vanish in the end and return to the dust that they came from, as all things do.

Rome I

The ancient Forum Romanum:
a miracle of marble! Columns Ionian
and Corinthian and statues of gods.
And consuls, temples lined inside and out with marble. And mosaic and tiles.
Now ruins. Used for centuries
As a quarry to be mined by
Bishops and Popes

Rome II

In the non-Catholic cemetery in Rome
Close by the pyramid of Cestius
The bones of John Keats lay down in cool
Earth. His words were not writ on water
As it says on his stone, his last request.

The Resurrection of Galileo

Vincenzo Viviani and Giovanni Battista
de Nelli strove to save Galileo’s legacy . . . :
rewriting many letters
excising references to Copernicus
and blasphemous heliocentricity.

1941 Noir

The caper always goes wrong.
Some dope makes a stupid move
Like shooting the cashier or a copper
Or someone moves too soon and there’s no
Getaway car parked by the curb
Or maybe the dumb mutt follows
The car and the pooch screws you.

Two Hundred and Six Bones

The skin that hangs from this skeleton
is cloud stuff: tree limbs on a hilltop
seen from a moving vehicle – ineluctable
like foxfire in nightwind, vanishing within
seconds after sight.

Spring Again

After winter’s ragged grin, spring comes greening in / with leaf-curling smiles of hope for new beginnings:

March, That Classical Month

March, that classical month, / sits upon her pillars / supported by the plinth of dying winter / and yearning towards the moony start of spring.

Through a Glass Darkly

Particles at vast distances from one another can affect each other’s actions. This phenomenon, called “spooky attraction at a distance,” has implications for a strange mash-up of time and space and alternate universes.

The Spiral Destiny

Look at the light beams
pouring down from the sun:–
slicing through morning fog
and mist like a million surgeons’
carefully sharpened knives
in a medieval cathedral of medicine,

Burnt Almonds

“Burnt Almonds” is a parodic, satiric, and science-fictional retelling of the flight of the Enola Gay and the bombing of Hiroshima on August 6, 1945, which was one of the most horrendous examples of mass murder ever inflicted on a civilian population during a time of war. It trumps the atrocities of Genghis Khan, Tamerlane, and Adolf Hitler.

A Tribute to Native American Heritage

This month is Native American Heritage Month, but unfortunately, the study of Native American history is neglected in most schools.

The Untold Story of the Kent State Massacre

Interview with math professor Nancy Rodgers about her experiences during and after the shootings at Kent State University on May 4, 1970.

Renaming the Species

Pagans, Christians, Muslims, Jews:
You are all the sons of blood.

Worshippers of Mithras
Of Horus, of Isis, or Mars:

You are all covered in blood: . . .

Ohio River Sutra

“Thank God the economy is back in swing
And we’re ripping out enough coal
To make some sludge,”
Said the head of the local Environmental
Protection Agency (EPA), himself
A former mine owner.

Whose life is this anyway?

Fossil fuel power plants are one of the greatest threats to our health. At least 10 billion pounds of coal ash containing arsenic, lead and mercury is sitting on the banks of the Ohio River. In addition to a multitude of toxic air pollutants, fossil fuel power plants emit carbon dioxide, which is fueling global climate change.

Fragments from the Gone World

Louis Congo
they called me when I was alive,
my slave name – Louis for Louisiana,
Congo for where I was taken from.

Fragments from the Gone World

Imagine a planet
where mammoths
and bears outnumber people.
A mere ten thousand years ago
the human population of Earth
was five million bodies and souls. . . .