Thoughts about my mother, old Smithsonian photographs, and living souls.
Reposting my poem When It was Dark Enough to honor my father and uncles who were WWII veterans. I often wonder what they thought during our Fourth of July family picnics when their kids lit off fireworks. Complex irony between the horrors of war and childish fun.
The link takes you to the poetry page on my website where When It Was Dark Enough is the first sample poem.
Based on a true story, the poem tells how we learned there was another Terry Tierney, a suspected felon, living in Lincoln, Nebraska when we moved there. My arrival aroused several official computers. The police and the social services department thought I lied about my quiet life as a graduate student supported by my tolerant, librarian wife.
Ironically, when I wasn’t distracted by writing poetry in Lincoln, I was working on my dissertation about William Makepeace Thackeray and his various protagonists as doubles of himself. Those doubles have much less contrast with one another than me and my apparent double.
The cover of The Poet’s Garage depicts the poem, complete with pools of grease where lines have spilled, the cardboard box of active verbs, and the files of proper nouns. As in the poem, the poet has eluded arrest, so far.
My poetry collection, The Poet’s Garage, was published today by Unsolicited Press! My thanks to the editors, friends, and fellow writers who helped make it happen. Here’s a link to the press release: http://www.unsolicitedpress.com/blog/announcing-the-release-of-terry-tierneys-the-poets-garage