Fear of Wine - found poem Fear of Wine -found poem Gotham Writer’s Workshop: F1002m Fiction Writing I-- Thomas Talbot 02/18/97 Joe Wilford—Week VI Found Poem exercise: FEAR OF WINE- AN… August 18, 2026 Teamster Teamster He stood up from behind his desk, penetrating eyes following me across the room, displaying a cold, gray stare like stone. His fingers rested on a stack of… July 19, 2026 10 Band Commandments The 10 Commandments/Manifesto #1 By Joseph Wilford and Richard Kimball NO COVER SONGS. EVER. No banter with the audience. Get on stage. Play songs (i.e. rock). Go home.… June 2, 2006 Mental note In the bow of a speeding boat, rocketing through shallow, muddy water down an extremely narrow channel. Several times I am almost flung overboard. But I trust the… June 2, 2006 Jimi Jimi At last the music ceased. It seemed like a bastion fell all at once revealing a man somewhat smaller than you would imagine could create such a fortress of sound.… June 2, 2006 Father Father The light in the alley was sickly yellow. The man he saw there had a killers smile, giving off the appearance of being in delightful agony, unable to cope with… June 2, 2006 Dear Gramps Dear Gramps, It’s been a year since you died. It seems like so much longer. I miss you. I’m glad we were able to say goodbye, properly. Things around here are really… April 25, 2006 All I needed was a push A sprawling European resort in the South of France, perhaps the Riviera. Befriending members of the mafia who are eating at an outdoor cafe. Jovial, fat, Italian men.… March 9, 2006 Through You There was something to it The way your hands dashed and crossed each other The scythe-like curve of your wrists You were sitting straight, a delicate foot on the pedals,… December 31, 2005 In the Key of F Tom said: “Car horns honk in the key of F.” I laughed, but I believed him. I have a good ear. Tom’s ear was even better. He could identify the sound of each number On a… November 2, 2005 Better Tools He was 33 when I was born—his only son. My Father was a carpenter. Good with his hands. Practical. Uncomplicated. The world was a small town. He walked through it with a… November 2, 2005 Tommy and the Guardians of Oblivion “There’s a bum digging through the garbage in the garage, “ my boss said. “Go kick him out of there.” I was a deli clerk in New York City. I sliced meat and smoked fish… September 19, 2005 This Time Around I write with a pencil Because I make a lot of mistakes See, look at that first line up there I had to re-write it With a pen—I’d have had to scribble the whole line out… September 19, 2005 At the Edge of Everything We talked awhile that night A façade of words Through which we could both see It was happening Her and I stood at the edge of everything We knew nothing No acquaintance… June 10, 2005 Tip the Chessboard Religion is a creation of Satan A tool with which to eternally divide us Forever entrenched in conflict and controversy We are at odds At war Living and dying Suffering… June 1, 2005 The Fallen From where I sit I can see planes taking off Noses to the sky, bellies slanting upward, wings like a frown Every time one goes, I silently wish I was on it. Out there.… June 1, 2005 Chaos and Consequences “Are you sure that’s him?” the cop asked. He was a real cowboy, this one. Out of place. “Sure I’m sure,” I said. “I’ll never forget that face.” It was true. The stark,… May 16, 2005 Sink Manhattan We drove the car right onto the ferry It was a rusted tangerine orange It seemed a strange color for a boat Everything was strange and new So far far away from home On… May 1, 2005 Skyscraper Arms reach out embrace me shake off dust of fields breathe not the humid animal smell of meadows thick with daisies replace these with soot and sweet diesel breath August 28, 2000