WELCOME to the Forrest Fest Blog!!! Below are just a few of the GREAT poets who will take to the stage for FORREST FEST 2014!! Enjoy, and if you would like to be featured, SEND US YOUR INFO!! Peace, love, & Poetry!!
Ken Jones has been a published poet for over 20 years in academic and underground journals, magazines, anthologies, websites and other forums. He has given readings of his original work since college at bars, bookstores, coffeehouses, conferences, and other venues. He earned an MA in English/Creative Writing from the University of Texas at Austin and is a full-time faculty member at the Art Institute of Houston, teaching Creative Writing among other subjects, His collection Unutterable Blunders and Palace Disasters was published by PlainViewPress in 2006. Ceaselee Greaspaint in Combat Stance Published by Slough Press in 2007
Jones’ most recent book is Pleadings from the Pleaides (Poetry in the Arts Publications), available at http://www.poetryinarts.org and his latest chapbook is Bones of Rebellion (Brave New Books chapbook series).
Our Spirit walks a labyrinth in life
Sacred spaces our longing yearns to access
When burdened by this world’s diurnal strife.
Stalwart within, through winding paths we press
Toward that inner silence where dwells our source.
We cup our hands to catch the Godhead stream
The spirit taste returns us to the course
Where Light defies us to rise toward its beam.
Aloft at that spot, knowledge of the Cosmos
Crosses us as wisely we surrender
To the core of Oneness whose essence grows
When you and it rest at peace together.
Often when you think you are truly lost
Your spirit walks this path and pays its cost.
21 years ago,Thom was one of the founders of Austin International Poetry Festival
16 years ago,he started hosting EXPRESSIONS
At present,he hosts FULL ENGLISH CAFE Saturday nights ,and improvises his only many lives
He works well with musicians who also do likewise!
“His best poem=is his next poem!”
NAVAHO WIND TALKERS BROKE CODES
by sharing their tribal talking.Only they know
what meaning awaits when we reach to each other.
Illusion solitary.Every bird knows breath/as song for shared skies
Every death is silence at dawn rise.So we make codes
break codes/seek heat when cold distances limit us.
Solutions lie with each other(lay with each other)
As much as one is a number,and zero is less
more comes with movement towards ,and connection
is only something larger than our needs.Our need to give.
Adventures await us-when we take our limits and burn them
And in the words of Bruce Lee-“Find our true selves-beyond ourselves..”
Per Me In Base sins
The sun never sets
In Midland Texas
Its 11:59 pm
And I can see
A fire in the sky
Like a dawn
That can’t quite
Get it up
It’s stuck at the top
Of a stack
A lit cigarette
In the mouth
Of mother nature
Because who doesn’t
Like to smoke
After their fucked
I mean fracked
In hailing the cancer
Into the ground water
Lungs filling up
Exhaling second hand death
To the residents
Who won’t notice until after
Years of research is made
On all the birth defects
All in the name of progress
Thanks to the boom
You can start a fast food job
At $14.00 an hour
Almost twice the national
As long as we all get paid
Too many apps
On our new gadgets to let
For a single second
When will we peel our eyes
Off the screen
Pull our nose out the snow
Blow away the smoke
And mirrors with the crushed prescription
Will only get harder to focus
The softer this skin is
How will we ever notice
How dark our future looks
When it’s so bright outside
Even at night
A cigarette in mother natures mouth
Burning like a sun
That can’t quite
Get it up
He got it for his pigs. Picked up at the grocery store. Almost. Almost time to expire. Gave to the family instead. Gallons and gallons of milk. Pig slop. Here a fancy dress got it at Neimans. You know only for the rich. 9-year old child’s makeover. With a snip here and there. Designer fit. Said I’ll help you cut corners bring me your budget. Well my land’s child you already make the buffalo beller. Home made clothes. Home haircuts. Thank goodness for the butch and the burr. Hand me downs Package in the post. Like a Christmas in July. Garage sales and sells. . Shirts for a half dollar. Party line. Lucky to get the phone. Caller said well if that ain’t you then why did you answer the phone. Cause you called me. Wanted to call the fool a fool. Impossible to do with mouth wide open. Bette the wind beneath my wings done got to a breeze. Wonder if I can hang on. Where’s your daddy go. He be drinking at the bar. His plan is to starve us out so we’ll welcome him back with open arms. So he can amuse. Use abuse. What worth have a wife and child.
Today, cleaning out the storage shed, I see the past through dust / old tools covered in rust / a tight little cowgirl skirt and a boot, missing for years / is this what all these tears are about / the things that went missing decades ago / forgotten in that used-to-be closet of too-busy-to-take- care- of -now / come home with me old friends / i will put you in the washing machine / spray you with WD 40 / and we will take one more dance around the floor / you hold my memories on which my present was built / I, am your caretaker weaving a dream of love with a new friend