Dedicated to the Revival and Promotion
of the Oral Tradition in Literature
About Frank Andrick
Frank Andrick, is a poet/writer and an experimental mythologist. his work has been published in many literary publications including Zambomba, Poetry Now, Poetry Flash, Say Yes, Sex in Public, and Status Unknown. His book of poems and prose entitled SOLUNA is currently in it's second printing. he is also the co-founder of AMP Press and hosts his own spokenword/poetry program on KUSF 90.3 fm. in San Francisco which he calls THE POMO LITERATI.
THE BITTER TRIGGER Surrounded by soft robes faces if ash, faces of dust Unformed whorls, odes and nodes Shadows and light What was divined a momentary touchdown A gathering of strands Weaving of fabric, slashing of the knot the last chord/cord severed but not forever leave me free to discover in you that love that once was yours then and only then will this heart Speak again...Summoned Kiss me and crush back the scream that aches to part my lips with the sound of my fears Each of us is alone because of the cowardice of others If we had no fears we would know no borders He wasn't afraid to say I'm scared The strength in that truth the call of beyond his flesh turned to stars His bones to ash His thoughts to heart... Beat His tears ... his eyes... his smiles His flesh turned to stars his flesh turned to stars The bitter trigger Sometimes he touched angels he knew instinctively their secret language knew how to turn a smile, a sigh, a rage a gesture, an anger, or a tear into words The sound of things falling apart? Perhaps the same power that draws the needle to the North draws the man to the needle the irreplaceable moment The point of no return No turning back What's done is done To hang suspended In that moment and know to really know What cannot be understood by those still left behind the drunkenness of destruction always fulfills the well of despair an absence of light fosters a great calling dischord and harmony were at home in your heart Each made their presence Each took their toll Each contributed to their own Completion Spirit ... Desire ... infiltrate imagination turning stars in flight A quickened alchemy beyond our sight flesh turned to stars passing through walls Still alone in our sight Everyone of us is always alone For we will Cross the great water Live a great life Learning to love instead of... Deciding to hate disbelieving the paradox as opposites attract I am what I am I am not what is left The Endless Nameless All I want is to be consumed by the same fever to die of the same wound to join all of our separate screams into the one that matters To shatter glass houses and exquisite crystals I want words that burn my brain I want them to heal I want to live my prayers Prayers on fire his flesh turned to stars Prayers on fire
Karen Lumos <karen@cs.unlv.edu>