Category Archives: Hank Williams

No Roadside Assistance

February ends The moon’s a blown-out tire, flat Slapping on asphalt The bent rim rolls on and on Trailing sparks across the night

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The Moon Turns Over and Over—As a Song

Michael Leon occasionally puts to music my attempts at writing songlike things, as he’s done with this piece I wrote last fall (lyrics here). The simple (but perhaps overly busy) video portion must be blamed solely on me as I … Continue reading

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Hank Sings the Silence (poems from old notebooks, June 1989)

I have just one notebook older than the one this piece is from, which I’ll dig up soon to see if there is anything worthwhile in it. Before that it was all scrap paper, napkins, and attempts to type on … Continue reading

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Good Night, Carlo (poems from old notebooks, November 2003)

Carlo Spinazzola – Slow Burner Hearing yesterday evening of the too-damn early death of Jay Smith, whom I barely knew but had seen play with his band Rock Ranger, took me right back to the side-swiped feeling I had after … Continue reading

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Only The Sky Full Of Stars

The full moon up there— when it leaves we all notice the sky full of stars. But when you are gone I see only your face in the night.

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This Broken Love Song (poems from old notebooks, 2001?-2013)

I’ve been picking at this one  off and on for a long time. Had a spell a few years ago where I performed it now and then with a local band. That was fun. I’ll likely leave it alone now. … Continue reading

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The Cold, Cold Heart of March Even Hank Knew

The Cold, Cold Heart of March Even Hank Knew March, even Hank knew you’d turn your cold shoulder to us—make us doubtful your heart was in these thin green crocuses piercing the snow.

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