Bob Kaufman, known in France as the American Rimbaud, was one of the original Beat poets to come out of the Fifties. He is rightfully regarded as one of the most influential black poets of his era, … [Read more...]
Rain Poem
RAIN POEM the rain beats a rhythm against the windshield the wipers flail helplessly like a fish out of water demons to the left of me demons to the right of me demons in front of … [Read more...]
POETRY
I was born with poetry I cried for poetry I bled from poetry seven months out of the womb born at home, eager for the poem in the morning the poems rise with the fog at night they nest in … [Read more...]
I Am San Francisco
I have witnessed the waterfront decay the ships disappear the piers given over to tourists and sunbathing sea lions Gone the Haight Theater in the old Haight Ashbury where as a kid I … [Read more...]
For David Moe
Like a crow caws into the night, like an owl with its questioning eyes, like a Shaman lights the night with magic words, like a hawk circles the sky, like a farmer plants seeds, like a … [Read more...]
When a Black Boy Walks Home Alone At Night
who would have thought skittles and ice tea was a death sentence not even Dr. Oz when a black boy with a dream walks home alone at night hard rain falling lady death whisper in the air a … [Read more...]
In honor of ruth weiss on her 85th birthday
The following is from: “ruth weiss and the American Beat movement of the ‘50s and 60’s” by Horst Spandler, published in: ruth weiss, no dancing aloud – lautes tanzen nicht erlaubt. edition exil, … [Read more...]
Poetry Book Release! A.D. Winans – In the Dead Hours of Dawn
New Release from Bottle of Smoke Press:A.D. Winans - In the Dead Hours of Dawn Poetry, 32 pages. 8 1/2" x 11 1/4". A new book of poems by award winning poet A.D. Winans consists of poems not … [Read more...]
Six poems by A.D. Winans
Poem for ruth weiss she grooves with time day time, night time be bop jazz time dances with timeless time all rhythm no rhyme birds in flight flap their wings copulate with the wind a … [Read more...]
Dancing with Words
There are poets who like To dance with words Dance for favors and illusionary Poetry careers But dancing for an audience Isn’t like feeling the rhythm That rubs up against the soul Odetta, … [Read more...]
Looking Back: A Poem by A.D. Winans
When I was 18 I was on a troop train heading for basic training when we stopped to take on water or whatever it is trains stop for and after relieving myself I came out of the men's room … [Read more...]
A. D. Winans: 11 Photographs
A.D. Winans on A.D. Winans
I was born in San Francisco, and have lived here almost my entire life. I was born at home, premature. My mother said the doctor told her I would not live a long life. Now I'm 71 and the doctor is … [Read more...]
A.D. Winans: Ten Poems
North Beach Yuppie Bar Hard to believe Richard Brautigan Jack Spicer and other Beats drank here As I sit and watch two business men Playing liar's dice at Gino and Carlo's Bar In the heart of … [Read more...]
A. D. Winans Looks Back at the Beat Generation
Generally speaking, counter-culture describes the values and norms of behavior of a cultural group or subculture in conflict with those of the cultural mainstream of the day, a visible phenomenon that … [Read more...]
A.D. Winans Remembers Jack Micheline
Jack Micheline, a poet of the Beat Generation, died of a heart attack on Friday, February 27, 1988 aboard a Bart commuter train. The transit police at the Orinda Bart station discovered his body, … [Read more...]
America – a poem by A.D. Winans
Drummed out of the infantry of death I came back to you carrying the Poems of my soul Opened the door of life And found only death inside America I have read the state of the union And listened … [Read more...]
A Call to Poets
Poets unite Forget about a career In poetry And concentrate on the Poem Quit turning out Factory assembly Line poems Quit trying to imitate Bukowski. Poets unite Listen to your … [Read more...]