Ron Whitehead
Ron Whitehead
Photo by Yunier Ramirez
poetry is my life
by Ron Whitehead
“I stand with words / because silence is already owned / because the truth keeps getting priced / tagged / sold / life and death brokered by men in suits”
i will sing a soft song of farewell
by Ron Whitehead
“I wander dirt backroads, singing songs, my dog Rags at my side.
How often is belief the illusion of an illusion, a false premise
based on an assumed notion.”
how poetry became a dazzling mix of folk wisdom and pure mathematics
by Ron Whitehead
“I come from a long line of farmers, coal miners, and strong women, of musicians and singers and storytellers, of folks who work hard, who love their families, who love life, folks who value the music the power the poetry of words.”
all sound, in time, becomes song
by Ron Whitehead
“The autumn sun drifts through red leaves, / a silent flame that steadies the world.”
there will come a time to bid farewell
by Ron Whitehead
“I stare at faces in the trees / as stars shine through fall leaves / the wide winged owl / sweeps a foot above my head / and says ‘Who who who are you’"
comes a train heading south
by Ron Whitehead
“Clouds drift under / a new moon and a starlit sky / Comes a train heading south / whistle blowing long and low…”
the night watch
by Ron Whitehead
“Daddy had slipped green khaki work pants / over his boxer shorts. No shirt on. / The upset man excitedly explained that / someone had been shot and / others beat up on the picket line.”
are you willing to be called crazy?
Poetry by Ron Whitehead
“Are you willing to sacrifice everything, to give yourself / completely, to give your life blood, your fire, your heart / and soul to your calling?”
overcome the brainwashing
The Walt Whitman Allen Ginsberg Poetry Gospel by Ron Whitehead
“And The Walt Whitman Poetry Gospel starts coming to me through the gonads, the solar plexus, the heart, and the head! Yes! / Thank you Walt! Thank you Allen!”
the poet’s path
by Ron Whitehead
“Hope for everything, expect nothing. Desire little, want less. Don't expect poetry to pay the rent”
Photo by Jinn Bug.
Poster by Pilvi-Päivikki Keto.