Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Current Bibliography.

Below is my current bibliography of works published at this time.

Anti-Heroin Chic
http://heroinchic.weebly.com/blog/poetry-by-john-homan

Arizona's Best Emerging Poets 2019: An Anthology
https://www.zpublishinghouse.com/?rfsn=3288141.729641

Broken Pencil Magazine
https://brokenpencil.com/uncategorized/online-exclusive-fiction-the-house/

Chiron Review
Print & Purchased Ebook publication only-works not available on line.
Fall 2018 issue - "The Pink Warrior"
Summer 2017 issue - "Regarding the Rhinoceros"


Constellate Magazine
The Drabble


Elixir Magazine


Indiana University Undergraduate Research Journal 2003


Misfit Magazine




Quatrain Fish
http://quatrain.fish/
10 four line poems published here.

PAN-O-PLY Story and Art Michiana
https://www.panoplymichiana.com/blog/5wkb578cjwkugof0ozwfhv57ae51ok
Seven poems published here: Waffles, Tired of Commas, Why I Swim, Lemon Frosting, What My Dad Left Me, The Rights of Monkeys, New Management


Peculiars Magazine

Pulp Poet's Press


Tiny Essays
https://tinyessays.com/2019/06/11/the-eternal-part-by-john-homan/


Vamp Cat Magazine

Monday, July 27, 2015

the blade by Charles Bukowski

the blade 

there was no parking near the post office where I worked at night 
so I found this splendid spot 
(Nobody seemed to care to park there) 

on a dirt road behind a 
slaughterhouse 
and as I sat in my car 
just before work 
smoking a last cigarette 
I was treated to the same 
scene 

as each evening tailed off into 
night-the pigs were herded out of the 
yard pens 
and onto runways 
by a man making pig sounds and 
flapping a large canvas 
and the pigs ran wildly 
up the runway 
toward the waiting 
blade, 
and many evenings 
after watching that 
after finishing my 
smoke 
I just started the car 
backed out of there and 
drove away from my 
job. 

My absenteeism reached such astonishing 
proportions.

that I had to finally 
park 
at some expense 

behind a Chinese bar 
where all I could see were tiny shuttered 
windows 

with neon signs advertising some Oriental 
libation. 

it seemed less real, and that was 
what was 
needed.