Dagobert

A poem involving personal experiences by Dagobert

I El Nino’s gone, and La Nina’s betrayal offers little but dust and glaring sun to irritate and blind the eye of summer roaming Abriendo from drought-crackling grass in Henkel Park northwest to gridiron Dutch Clark past dark bust commemorating one of the Americas’ founding fathers of religious-political mass murder: dark Christopher Columbus across two traffic lanes from solid half city block of brick-incarcerated commerce, and air gastro-erotically smitten by doughnut smells, heat wa

A collection of short, stylized prose poems by Dagobert

for The Beloved and in honor of Mevlana Jallaladin Rumi _______ First Leaf: "Radiantly Dark" I have wandered the moon-smitten byways of earth and not seen a divinity as radiantly dark as your eyes, and knowing this I am lost, not caring, for my mind is lost just as well… * * * … I won´t be found until the eclipse of divinity, and with an ache marrow-deep of spirit confess that I don´t want to be… * * * … intoxication too often leaves one ravished: the bittersweet aroma

A short story of love, murder and death with a suggestion of past-life connections and gay love by Dagobert

I Sometimes, it's almost painful for me to not hate guns, since a gun killed one of my best friends and came close to destroying life for the person closest to me other than family. Still, I think of myself as rational. And hatred too often is an inchoate inferno bringing about, whether physical or not, a death and not reversing its annihilation with rebirth. It never does, never will. Ryan is gone, and Darren almost is, non-erasable scars of reality. Yeah, I know there are those who like

A poetry collection by Dagobert

For The Beloved ___ We love dreaming hallucinations of ivory towers out of fear of tumbling truly asleep into visions of doghouses and nightmares of Tinseltown-Princesses falling in love with the dog in the backyard... * * * Alexander... they called him Great, loved a beautiful soldier and a beautiful horse, kissed one and the riddle is: Did he kiss both? which one first and with the most ardor?... ___ ... pulsing... ... our blood thick with us together

A collection of original sayings by Dagobert

(for Tony Moffeit) I'm a classic and an original, possibly meaning I'm a pervert... I was born an unsolved problem, possibly because I'm too born-lazy to be anything but an existentialist - while I always have enjoyed existence and myself as my own circus. Everyone should tend to the business of keeping their noses clean by tending the business of keeping their noses out of everybody else's business. If one is ever needed, the best and simplest museum for homosexual sluts would b

"Benim Ruhani Askim” (Turkish for ‘my spiritual lover”) for The Beloved “… I fell into the valley of my wound, a gift to me from my beloved and I am swimming in an ocean of its blood, the bitter, salted waters of life…” ___***___ (Ankara, Turkey) I A light breeze teased Tony Barret’s hair in the small cooling of late afternoon – while he felt a bit out of place but stimulated with interest as his dark-brown eyes traveled around the restaurant patio: ‘Just why did you fly

A novel of love, a long history and murder by Dagobert

A symbolist poem by Dagobert

( * Financially, Peter (Pyotr) Tchaikovsky, the famous Russian composer, was supported by Nadezhda von Meck, a wealthy widow, for thirteen years. Without a romantic attachment involved, they exchanged a torrid correspondence throughout that period, and Tchaikovsky was deeply wounded when Madame von Meck withdrew her support, possibly due to financial set-backs, perhaps because she found out about Tchaikovsky's homosexuality. Despite her reasons, one version of the story about Tchaikovsky's death

A short story by Dagobert