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Poetry
I see poetry as an interface between the subconscious and conscious minds; a go-between what we know and the vast unknown. Poetry has been an essential, yet quiet practice of mine for many years. I draw inspiration from many poets, including Wallace Stevens, W.H. Auden, Audre Lorde, Arthur Rimbaud, Dylan Thomas, Allen Ginsberg, James Baldwin, Elizabeth Bishop, Emily Dickenson, Maya Stein, Terrence Hayes, Bob Dylan, Wendell Berry, Ray CArver,, and Leonard Cohen.
Some of my poems have been published along the way, here is a partial list:
Pineapple Sage in The Dew Drop
Sitting in San Antonio Review
After Auden in Adirondack Review
Sonoma in Broadkill Review
Milos in Broadkill Review
Pan's Folley in Frigg Magazine
Bloody Knuckles in Frigg Magazine
Edna Larson in Frigg Magazine
Going in Frigg Magazine
Why I Cry on Airplanes in Frigg Magazine
I occasionally post new poems in my poetry blog. Here's one that was published in Common Ground:
THE SOUND OF A FOUNTAIN IN MEXICO CITY
Pigeons flap
through the chemical haze struggling
for elevation
a girl’s shriek, horn blast or
Bedlam at the Gate of Lions
sparked the exodus
Chapultepec.
Concrete ensconces the soft ground like a corset
the alien form of the mushroom fountain
drips and seethes
I sit at the transom
cleaved open by the sound of running water
Tizoc’s legions once streamed
across this red earth
soft padding of a thousand feet
insects buzzing like wood saws in the
green gold air
I sit in a hanging chair
drinking coffee as ever
air plants cling to branches
“And all times are one time”
the old pulse still quickens
blood still iron and salt
(c) 2016 David Rosenheim
Fiction
After roughly seven years of work, I completed the manuscript for "1990 Now" in late 2018. I hope that it will be published in the coming year or two. Here is the short synopsis:
On the brink of adulthood in 1990, Teddy is disgusted by his father’s company-man, country-club life in the Midwest. He sees only one way out: Teddy and his songwriting partner, Jules, load up their van and move to San Francisco to try to make it as rock stars. There, Teddy thrives in a counterculture of Gulf War protests and punk rock. But it isn’t long before he and Jules find themselves vying for the attention of their fascinating roommate, Nola, which ultimately ends in Jules taking off.
Though he misses his friend, Teddy harbors hope that his romantic relationship with Nola might turn into something lasting. But as troops prepare to invade distant lands despite the anti-war protests, and his relationship with Nola takes a turn for the worse, Teddy learns hard lessons about what he can and can’t control—including other people’s actions and emotions. Disillusioned by the failure of both his relationship and the anti-war movement he has been so swept up in, Teddy decides to shift his focus back to school and music. But then a close friend dies, and Teddy begins a drug-fueled spiral. Even reconnecting with Jules on a road trip to the Mayan ruins of Mexico only drags Teddy deeper into despair. Back at his parents’ home, Teddy begins to see suicide as his only solution. Will Teddy gain the clarity he needs in his life, or will he effectively write himself out of his own story with a plunge into the icy waters of Lake Michigan?
Songs
The vast majority of my writing has been in the form of songs written for the bands Hugh, The Weather Band, and Winchester Revival. Song lyrics don't generally read well, especially without the music. Here's one that reads a bit more like a poem. You can listen to a demo of it here .
TWENTY
last birds of day
frogs, crickets, katydids
owls relay
down valley
sacrosanct
rolling orchards
riding today
apple and cherry
rolling orchards
prayer at 20mph
prayer at 20mph
brown skinned
the boy
myself the priest
brown skinned
the boy
invocation to teach
myself the priest
old enough
last birds of day