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J. R. Solonche

One Word

One word leads
to another,

and perhaps someday
I’ll find out which.

J. R. Solonche, who has been publishing since the early 70s, is author of six books of poetry, coauthor of one, and author of one chapbook,

J. R. Solonche

When I Found Myself

When I found myself,
on this bright sunny May morning,
driving behind a shiny black hearse,
looking at the bright blue sky
and the bright white clouds
reflected in the polished glass
of the rear window, I reflected
on my own death because
I could not think of a way not to.

J. R. Solonche, who has been publishing since the early 70s, is author of six books of poetry, coauthor of one, and author of one chapbook,

J.R. Solonche

Question for Yahweh

If, as is said,
you are omnipotent,

and since, as is said,
omnipotence means

all things are possible,
why the hell are you always so old?

J.R. Solonche has published six books of poetry.

J.R. Solonche

About Those True Believers

Do not be fooled
because they’re nice,

for they are the ones who
drug reason on the altar of faith,

the ones who truly practice
human sacrifice.

J.R. Solonche has been publishing in magazines since the early 70s and is the author of six poetry books. 

J. R. Solonche

One Cannot Use

One cannot use
a pen and a pistol
at the same time,
and that is all
I have to say on
the subject of
poetry as therapy.

J. R. Solonche has been publishing in magazines, journals, and anthologies since the early ’70s and is author of six collections of poetry.

J. R. Solonche

Myopia

The window,
a sky composed of a single cloud
somewhere near the sun,

the desk lamp,
a sun diffused through fog
rising over a lake,

the green blotter on the desk,
a lake with rising fog,

my glasses on the desk beside the green blotter,
a bicycle rusting in the undergrowth
beside a lake,

my left hand,
three wild swans rising through
fog rising.

J. R. Solonche has been publishing in magazines since the 70s and is the author of six poetry collections.

J. R. Solonche

Botanical Gardens

If yellow is the color of joy,
then here is joy enough
for a city of the miserable,

and if red is love’s color,
then here is red enough
for all the cups of the loveless.

J. R. Solonche has been publishing in magazines since the 70s and is the author of six poetry collections.

J. R. Solonche

Mistake

It means “an error
caused by a lack of skill,”

which means a life, a whole life,
can be an error caused by a lack of skill.

J. R. Solonche has been publishing in magazines since the 70s and is the author of six poetry collections.