Wil Hough-
Poetry Editor
I'm not too sure what to say about myself that isn't already
expressed by my screen names: I've been called an enigma by more than one person
and heretic by others. `/;o)>Wil the e-coyote; that's me
On one hand, I grew up as an evangelical Christian Charlie Brown type despite
the fact that my parents never attended church services. Nowadays, I'm
considered a Christian writer although I belong to no particular denomination,
don't attend formal services of any kind, and don't much care for the historical
connotation therein associated.
But, I'm also a poet without portfolio, having never studied or shown any
interest in the stuff of verse while in school or, indeed, for some thirty years
afterwards. So, then, how can I be who I am? Because, school is where people go
to learn what they naturally are not. What I am just happened to be discovered
by others here on line. After being informed of the stranger I appeared to be I
went about the process of getting to know myself. Now, my responsibility is to
return the favor.
With gardens transplanted
by landscape artists, PHDs
of poetry disdain the Dylan
in me, fearing my thistles
and dandelions may spring up
amidst their petrified daisies.
By the light of day, I earn my bread by playing at Monet/Dufy/Pollack on bedroom
walls. My poetry perspective evolves from those Expressionist/Post Impressionist
roots in art -- just what IS the "moment" behind this creation and how
best to express it?
When the sun goes down, I grow heretic's fangs and go about devouring the idols
of presumption when not managing the Poetry folders at AOL's AIN Writers Block
as NOVL Papa. My heretical ramblings can be reviewed at http://uponfurtherreview.com
where I practice iconoclasm under the spew-do-name of Wil Hough.
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As If
She puts him on like makeup
just the right shade, just
the right amount to suit
her needs, nothing out of place
just his nose getting bent
clear around the corner
taking a powder as if
mascara had its own
mind to run - ruining
a perfect application.
After surviving an initial internship, I am now a practicing husband with an
extended family of eight children and eleven grandchildren. That is one reason
why my writing screen name of houghfw is pronounced as a deeply aspirated sigh.
The following poem best represents my religio/socio POV:
Enigma
by Houghfw
To a world ordered
of tempered steel and yoked
reality, cloaked in white linen
presumption
Dichotomy
two arms extended, palms
pierced with compassion
opened to hug fear
overcoming darkness
with halogen _expression, even
as religion shrinks away
in apprehension, fleeing
daylight like Dracula
shrouding Truth -- a gate-
master, Carney Shill in Oz
the Wizard caught
in mid lie, yet
there's no place like Love
pardoning fear, where
hate is hugged away, debts
forgiven without extortion -- just
pass it along the way, as if
priming the pump
in a wasteland, revealing
the hidden well
spring of love's _expression.
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