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Poetry
Yes, I admit it. I'm a frustrated poet. (Isn't everyone?) I, however, have the audacity to actually put some of my poems out in public. Some of these have music, some don't. Everything here is (of course) copyright by Steven K. Smith.
For Steven Smith, Wherever He May Be.
I wrote this poem concerning an event that really happened to me, pretty
much the way it's described here. The event in question happened some 14
years before I actually wrote it, but when I did, it all came out at once
in the space of less than an hour. I like to say it took me an hour and
fourteen years to write it. Music for this exists.
Coffee to Go
Another poem inspired by a traumatic event in my life. I got up one morning
and there was NO COFFEE! Much more light hearted than my usual output.
Music for this exists.
Waiting for Brandon to Finish a Proficiency Test
The title says it all.
For a Winter Night
Words to warm you and your loved one.
Night Again
Musings at the end of the day on a campout.
Shuttle Launch
Here is the story of the first (and so far only) time I actually saw
the launch of the space shuttle, as opposed to watching it on TV.
Halos
About a morning stroll, and the different way a child sees the world from
that of a grownup. A piece of fiction, that, even though it didn't happen,
it should have.
While in Bed
This is a single sentence poem that I wrote for a creative writing class
I took at Denison Univerisity in Fall of 1999. It's basically an amalgam
of several experiences I have had in hospitals. A warning: this is not
a "pretty" poem.
Well. It's been quite a while since I put anything up on this page. Since my last input I been particpating in a number of local poety readings, and with "Salon," a monthly writer's round table and working group sponsored by Pudding House Press. I now have a few poems published, in After Hours II, the Millennium Papers, and in a Chapbook collection of Salon Poets, Whatever House We Come From, published by Pudding House.
Here are a few of my more recent poems:
Alexander's Time Machine
Yeah, I'm geting older. Friends have moved on. That's what happens if you live long enough...
The Teacher's Charge
We're all teachers, after all, even if some of us aren't paid to do it.
Stuff
Dedicated to all you packrats out there, but one in particular.
Battle
Anyone out there ever get stage fright? I do. I like to end my readings with this one.