Poetry

SPY TECHNIQUES

spypic   Ever wondered what it would be like to be a spy? It’s easier than you may think. Find tips and tools in these poems on becoming the best spy ever! Remember always keep your options open!  $.99 (US) Ebook


DISTRICT OF CONFUSION

(The Washington, DC poems)

washdcpicThese poems were written April 2012 and they are one poet’s return to Washington, D.C. They were written on this particular trip back to visit Washington, D.C. where I lived for many years.  Ebook    Chapbook
 


 

THE CAT AND THE CARROLL A. DEERING AND OTHER NORTH CAROLINA POEMS

deeringThe Cat and the Carroll A. Deering and Other North Carolina Poems” is a book of selected poetry about North Carolina featuring the title poem and the “The Footprints of Nathaniel Batts.”

Other selections include: “Two Arrows And A White Doe,” “The Ballad Of Frankie Silver,” “Laura Foster,” “Blackbeard’s Swamp,” “Walking Into The Sun,” “Third Shift In A Furniture Factory,” “Sleeping In A Hammock,” “Mist Of The Blue Ridge,” “The Legend Of Nags Head,” “Cloud Painting,” and “Mountain Roots.”

From “The Footprints of Nathaniel Batts”:  “The ghost of Nathaniel Batts wanders Albemarle Sound — / appears only on stormy nights / shuffling through the surf, as the seagulls / help him search for his lost love / who’s canoe sank in a storm on the way / to his island – with fields, orchards, / and trees and a lone house / where he lived and died as the first settler who came and stayed in North Carolina….”

From “Blackbeard’s Swamp”:  “Legend tells that Blackbeard / landed here / near New Bern / and that / his ghost still / walks the swamps / of eastern North Carolina / leaving bloody footprints”

From “Walking Into the Sun”:  “Walking; late sunset; North Carolina. / The red bricks mute the sun’s glare. / The asphalt exhales at every street corner. / Cats and dogs play in the streets before / running to their homes in this / Southern town where the Blue Ridge Mountains / rise all around.”   Ebook      Kindle


AQUA JOGGING

Aqua Jogging by LB SedlacekPoems about pools, swimming, swimmers, lifeguards, and other waterlogged subjects.  Ebook

 

 

 


I AM MY NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH

I Am My Neighborhood WatchEver find yourself watching everything and everyone where you live? Step into my neighborhood for a bit with these poems.  Ebook    Chapbook

 

 


TWISTING

Twisting by LB SedlacekTwisting, a new poetry chapbook, is now available. Featuring poems of place and imagery.

From “Liquid Bones”:  “Fists slamming into the sky/ turning boundaries into ashes/ liquid bones straight as rails / ripped apart to make more parking lots/ for dormant vehicles/ driven minutes or hours per day / to factories…”

From “Mouthfuls of Fog”:  “Two metal spoons/ Digging/ Through oatmeal./ Like pools of fog/ Over San Francisco Bay / At sunrise…”

From “The Headache Room”:  “Candy apples split/ by a vote of absenteeism/ and faded smiles. The loafers/ crawl up on one another / and battle it out for insoles/ or polish. Red fingers/ flush back bitter morsels/ and the eyes glow …”

Published by Four2Three Press

$3.50 (US) Chapbook (Postage included for US orders only) or $1.50 E-book


A BREATH OF PAINT

A Breath of Paint by LB SedlacekFeaturing travel and adventure poems.   Previously published selections plus new poems too!   Poetry chapbook.   U.S. orders include postage.

Excerpt:  “We ride along the bumpy road staring at the trees / and farms like we’d never seen them before, but / they are as familiar as a baby doe dodging traffic in / search of its mother and it seems that Eddie Money /  is always playing on the radio…”  Published by Four2Three Press   $2 (US) Chapbook (Postage included for US orders only) or $1 (US) Ebook


TUESDAY IS WEDNESDAY, VOL. 1

Tuesday is Wednesday, Vol. 1From my former poetry blog “Tuesday is Wednesday” comes the first volume in a compilation of a variety of works including social commentary and environmental poems. Plus there’s Route 66 haiku — here it is!   Chapbook or  Ebook   or Kindle

 

 


RED HEADED ESKIMOS

Red Headed EskimosMy sixth collection of poetry, “Red Headed Eskimos” explores a variety of subjects often dark and surreal. A vast array of poems covering religious themes, science fiction, social commentary to light adventurous works. Also, works tend to delve beneath the surface, exploring what you know is there but may not want to admit. 28 poems. 53 pages.

From “Prozac Pizza”:  “The deer come right on up to the / front door and spit and chew and drop / their cigarette butts on the ground / just to the right of the sycamore trees.”//

From “Burning Ice”:   “The meeting of velocity and humidity — / won’t be fodder for erasers or / chalkboards or for teachers with / apples. When the ruler touches / the skin, it is simmering.”//

From “The Cement Oasis”:  “Out on the patio in the sun’s glare / A procession of painted bodies / With skins of different hues / Sandwiched together. In hot oils / And tropical scents they lounge. / The sunglass stare / Is practiced with pride — / Near pools without water.”

From “Gravity Fueled Gasoline”:  “Friday at noon the parking lot, / fast deserted especially near the back, / cars pour out into ant lines of traffic, / green, yellow, red the colors of freedom.”

From “Ice Chips”:  “All squirrels should / have minty fresh / breathe or at least take / a trip down the / river at Devil’s Elbow / somewhere in the / middle of Missouri on a / hot July day….”
Chapbook or Ebook


AVERAGE BEARS

Average Bears“Average Bears” is a chapbook of poetry published by Assume Nothing Press. Poetry selections include title poem plus “Liquid Passport,” “Porcupine Rain,” “The Architect of French Fries,” “Digging Into the Past,” “Paper Thickness,” “Fisherman’s Gift,” “The Opposite of You,” “The Desperate Seriousness of Musicians,” “Life Down Easy,” “Leaf Dance,” “Driving Toward Key West,” and “A Parkway Ballad.” 45 poems. 56 pages.

From “The Architect of French Fries”:  “The French Fry is erasing the ketchup. / It dips back and forth in the fingers. / Putting up absolutely no struggle / As it is sent to its doom….”

From “Liquid Passport”:  “When you shove the needle / into your vein, you can’t /
pull it out immediately. It’s better / to wait and think of the // numbers to count to ten / or ignore conclusion and his / persistent cousin who always seems / to come knocking on Sundays….”

“I enjoyed your image of a french fry erasing ketchup. That’s perfect!” -Jalina Mhyana, Editor — Rock Salt Plum Review   
E-book
Chapbook


HEMLOCK SUICIDES PLANNED BY WELL DRESSED MEN IN SUITS

Hemlock Suicides Planned By Well Dressed Men in SuitsPoetry selections include the title poem plus “Grocery Store Headline,” “One Fly’s Journey to the Electric Chair,” “12 Flamingoes & 2 Clowns on Horses,” “Occupying Space,” “Gone Missing,” “The Law of Dance,” and “The Silent House.”

REVIEW of “Hemlock Suicides …” from “MUSE’S REVIEW” – Reviewed by Andrew C. Angus — “This chapbook of LB Sedlacek contains a 27 poem collection that deals with the harsh realities of city life such as divorce, crimes, murder, suicide, corporate environment, etc. Sedlacek is a poet who is not afraid to write poems about the burning social issues of our time …. a social commentary who writes social views in the form of poetry.”   Hemlock Ebook   Hemlock Chapbook


 

ALEXANDRA’S WRECK

alexandraswreck“Alexandra’s Wreck” is a chapbook of poetry published by Kitty Litter Press. Poetry selections include the title poem plus “The Glass Pumpkin,” “Ghosts Within,” “Monkey Bars,” “Cages,” “Introducing Hope,” “The Illusion of Being,” and “College Basketball and the Crater Lions of Ngorogoro.”

From “Alexandra’s Wreck”: “What are the minnows sewing / as they swim back and forth between / the rotting boards? / These boards have lain on the ocean / bed for days on end / welcoming sand and algae / like long lost friends. / Their rotting innards hold the key — / the secret questioned in a landlubber’s court / when her bones were found under the sea.”

From “Monkey Bars”:  “A tattered pair of overalls / — red with a patch of blue in the middle / swinging forward then back / then high into the air / as the little hands grip the steel bars / one hand moving forward, / and the other quickly following.”
From “Ghosts Within”: “We are driving, Big Dipper / to the right of this country highway / lit only by the moon flung high overhead – / partying with the stars.”
Published by Kitty Litter Press.

Chapbook