Category: Summer 2012 – Auerhahn Press Tribute

A Poem for John Wieners Written on His Paper
by Philip Lamantia Who’s the white Lady ? can you answer — I cant make it who’s the white lady ? We walked in yr room talking of the white lady

Romantic
by Joanne Kyger You can see little hearts in the branches of Douglas fir trees on the computer screen Just for fun

Albert Saijo
by Joanne Kyger When I came back from almost two years traveling to Europe and New York in the late 60’s I found the Summer of Love and the Bay

Write Something About Poetics Says Cedar
by Joanne Kyger I dream about a totem pole of poets. Actually it was a poster Andrew Hoyem did for a reading of Bolinas writers in

Sounds Abroad at Lassen
by Dave Haselwood, Joanne Kyger, Donald Guravich The scene: The twilight becoming darkest night, the mysterious spring gushing out of a lava

How the Hotel Wentley Poems Undermined My Self-Confidence
by Irving Rosenthal I was visiting Allen Ginsberg one day, and in the midst of our usual light gossip about friends, artists, poets and

by David Meltzer
by David Meltzer Ah, ego wants everything all the time & spaces silence or blank page lays splayed apart for whatever words pass as art’s

Charley circa 1961
by Roxie Powell Crystalline child Trying to hot wire Your dreams, Electric throbs Pulse your brain. With surprising grace You fold off a window

Perspective
by Roxie Powell One must put things in perspective One must understand that the gaping Hole in one’s middle Will go away Soon be history. First,

Who’s Who
by Roxie Powell Sure, I remember you Like an eclipse or aurora borealis You come when you exist — Yeah, you did a number on me. Sure, I remember