Paul Zarzyski – Poetry

Paul Zarzyski

Old & New & Unpublished—early ‘70s to the most recent—in their jagged-on-the-right lengthy entirety.

	Words Growing Wild in the Woodsspeaks to my earliest poetic sparkings, which occurred in the hardwood forests of northern Wisconsin, where I reveled in the music my Dad made simply by naming things in nature, every symphonic word becoming a young boy’s first brookie twirling from a willow like a jewel. [read the poem]

	Riding Double: 16 & Beating The Heat Let your imagination run western-wild and you might see Paladin on a mean machine. A tribute to testosterone-fueled puberty, this prelude to The Bucking Horse Moon is rated R, for Roughstock—on 2 wheels. [read the poem]

	Old Sorrel Mare Turning More and More Roan I choose to believe that the endowment we define as human is not reserved for one, and only one, species. Moreover, talk until you’re blue in the face, purple in the heart—you’ll never convince me that the soulful notes of our animal brethren are any less melodious to the ear of The Maestro. [read the poem]

	Wolf Tracks on the Welcome Mat It’s interesting, and perhaps ironic, how the old-time cowboy often and boastfully associated his distinguishing characteristics with those of the wolf. If you loathe the so-called reintroduction of Canis lupis to the American West, the wolf would like you to know it is not his fault. [read the poem]