The book company tells me that an introduction is something everyone needs with lots of words and lots of personal information. The dilemma is what do you need to know about the pages inside? My life's history, those wonderful things that happen to us all, or just a general synopsis of all the brilliant and dim-witted experiences that I (and most of us) have gone through?
Well it's all here in this book, and not just in the words. If you let your heart read between the lines and take a chance on the emotions that these words might evoke, maybe. just maybe you might find a bit of yourself...
The book company tells me that an introduction is something everyone needs with lots of words and lots of personal information. The dilemma is what do...
August is summer fully ripe and about to fall, the seasonal fulcrum, with one lush foot planted in the heat of July and the other russet tinged by September frost. August is a seasonal benediction. It is the soothing balm for Spring disappointments. It is the recognition that all good things come surely to an end. It is the turning point, the last call before winter settles in, and it holds the sum of all those warm days past and all the cold days ahead in every juicy bite of fruit plucked warm from the vine.
"There is Always August" holds that same promise inherent in every succulent...
August is summer fully ripe and about to fall, the seasonal fulcrum, with one lush foot planted in the heat of July and the other russet tinged by Sep...
Lately I have been thinking about what life holds in store. Realizing the steps I have taken to where I am today has been filled with buckets of tears and volumes of smiles. I have gone down roads that I would gladly forget, and others that I would hope come again. All in all, I hope that whatever the future holds I can embrace.
Each and every day that passes I find myself remembering. Sometimes a word is said, and I recall a bit of the past. I hear others speak of their lives and realize that I too have been there or have gone through that same type of situation. Every so often I notice...
Lately I have been thinking about what life holds in store. Realizing the steps I have taken to where I am today has been filled with buckets of tears...
It's that time again. Birds fly north, trees explode, and the earth becomes a pallet for God. Here within these pages, in black and white, I have tried to give you all the colors of a rainbow. A window, if you will, not only into my life, but yours as well. In my life I have been a soldier, a philosopher, an engineer, a massage therapist, a musician, a martial artist, a writer and a poet. Looking back, I find when I put all of these together in some mysterious way; it makes sense that I have become a romantic. I don't quite understand it, but it flows effortlessly from my heart and my pen,...
It's that time again. Birds fly north, trees explode, and the earth becomes a pallet for God. Here within these pages, in black and white, I have trie...
The poems of C. J. are ones you will remember for a long time to come. Perhaps one day they will be required reading in high schools and, unlike the stuffy "Thee and Thou" of olden text, his works "will" be appreciated by future youths. Patrica "Tish" Schau
CJ's writing is impossible to pigeonhole. Like Brautigan, his poetry has a strong narrative drive, pushing the boundaries between verse and story, blurring the boundaries of the real and surreal. And he's not afraid to be laugh-out-loud funny-to trade on the double entendre or create moments of absurd slapstick. A breath of fresh...
The poems of C. J. are ones you will remember for a long time to come. Perhaps one day they will be required reading in high schools and, unlike the s...
The poems of C. J. are ones you will remember for a long time to come. Perhaps one day they will be required reading in high schools and, unlike the stuffy "Thee and Thou" of olden text, his works "will" be appreciated by future youths. Patrica "Tish" Schau
CJ's writing is impossible to pigeonhole. Like Brautigan, his poetry has a strong narrative drive, pushing the boundaries between verse and story, blurring the boundaries of the real and surreal. And he's not afraid to be laugh-out-loud funny-to trade on the double entendre or create moments of absurd slapstick. A breath of fresh...
The poems of C. J. are ones you will remember for a long time to come. Perhaps one day they will be required reading in high schools and, unlike the s...
In C.J.'s poetry (as with his other books) you will find music, along with sadness, healing, joy, comedy, erotica, melancholy, pain, love and inspiration. His poems embrace all those facets of human life that we share. C.J.'s poems also have a way of drawing the reader in, a way in which the reader can identify with the author.
So settle down comfortably, put your feet up and read... but don't stop there. In a few weeks' time, or next year, read those poems again. You will find that they grow with each reading. Eventually, over time, sooner or later, in the long run, you will see them...
In C.J.'s poetry (as with his other books) you will find music, along with sadness, healing, joy, comedy, erotica, melancholy, pain, love and inspi...
