The inscription on the back cover says it all: "I have not lived in vain but lived for this." Since my Collected Poems were published in 2004, I have lived and learned, loved and lost, and lived to love again. This is the journal of my journey, contained within these three hundred pieces of my heart. This is my best, and never mind the rest.
As the title indicates, I write from my heart to yours, "dancing naked" as it were as I deal with disability and struggle to survive in this house haunted by a hundred years of the colorful history of my strange family.
The poems cover the entire spectrum of human experience from tragedy to triumph, despair to delight, and all my adventures between along the way. I am a wanderer, a lone wolf, an outsider looking in. This is my story, this is my heart in three hundred pieces. I offer it to you with love and the pride of an honest craftsman, in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions.
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By +Steven Curtis Lance
Oct 15, 2009
"Ghost" You speculate on what survives within This shuttered shattered sepulcher you see Where the night does not end nor day begin Where dappled in the twilight shadows play Stained with the stinging unguent of abuse Descending generations death and sin In living death one soul still flickers there No explanation given nor excuse Too many things to tell so none to say Tethered by taproot deeply dungeoned where A crust once human to the dust gives way Emily Dickinsonian recluse You pass by on the sidewalk and know not The tales these darkened windows weep tonight Heavy debt a head-shaking attorney The living bearing what the dead forgot Birth-broken wings flap their futility Futureless featureless backwards journey Bright sunshine on all sides but here no light There never was nor will there ever be In rotting graciousness the grave lies deep A black hole where the doomed and damned await Dark ancestors scold from unquiet sleep Unending grief inherited from fate The... More > ghost which haunts this haunted house is me +Steven Curtis Lance< Less