cover photo by my old friend Bruce Caress

Alice and me at the Sag Club

need I say, I'm a Sagittarian


Redwing


The scene is always the same -
Iím intruding in someone elseís dream
Someone much older,
With white hair, pointing
A stick at a bird in a tree.

The moon, of course, is waxing.

Icicles sweet with syrup
Drip from maple branches.

Beyond the split rail fence
Someone slips into the forest.

Itís always over too soon
Before I think it through
Before I remember how
To glide like the redwing
Without ceremony
Across the thawing fields.


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Third Eye


Her first eye is a diamond
Star bright
Guiding me through brush
And tangled vines
To her mouth.

Her second eye is a ruby
Drawing me inside
Sparks light my way
Flames lick at
Her teeth.

Her third eye is sapphire
Shadowed water
Spring fed from
Her cold
Throat.



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Fear of the Future


To those eating acorns
And huddled around the fire,
The man at the mouth of the cave
Seems tangled in the stars:

In his left hand he shakes a leafy branch
And with his right, he throws stones at the moon.

Through want and hard hunger
They gnaw at bones, suck marrow,
Lick dew off grass, eat roots,
And turn their eyes from the sun.


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Blackness and Ruby

It was easy to get lost
among sedge and alder
where the green heron hides,
worshiping sun and corn
and a woman with wings.

Out of the riverbank marsh,
what do I recall of her now?

Her blackness and ruby.

How glad I was to wrench myself
from the sycamoreís trunk
and fling myself into the fire
that burns in her crypt,

How simple it was to follow,
speaking in tongues,
surrendering.

Poetry

Photo by Cory White
Marilyn Tenenoff from New Haven, PA:

The poems in Doug Valentine's book, "A Crow's Dream" are meticulously and carefully crafted. Many are tender meditations, deeply centered in Nature. Others contain striking juxtapositions and thought-provoking metaphors, like the three baby snakes who appear in the grass on Easter Sunday morning. There is even an imaginative personification of Talent as a beautiful, demanding and fickle girl.

Valentine has an acute sense of what is true; it ranges from the innocent to the mundane to the decadent. Especially rich are his vivid observations of people, from the swaggering Cadillac Jack, to the twirling girl in Shadow Land and the boy who is watching her, to the lost and struggling Marvis Flynn, who "wraps the pieces of himself in a blanket"."


Great poetry is something that you can never tire of reading; some mysterious quality enters your eyes and ears; there's something that you never want to stop looking at, like if you had a Gaugin painting on the wall of your tenement room. Great poetry puts you in a trance, even when it describes complete horror, like in some of Neruda, you are dazzled by the beauty of the language. "A Crow's Dream" is great poetry-- any lover of language and its music just knows it when they see it. Here, listen:

faces in the stream
among passing clouds

have never been so near
or so far:

the look in their eyes
is lost in the time it takes
to give a name.


I could say that over and over again forever. I could learn everything there is to know about life with those few words. There is a great range of feeling and emotion in this collection of poems: vast spiritual meditations like "faces in the stream" to a child's instinctive disgust at false, boring adult rituals and empty beliefs, like "Memorial Day." I will take these poems with me wherever I go.





I like writing poems I call Quatrains. Below is a sampling:



Dancing Flames

Dancing flames curl the paper edges of sky
Silver and turquoise tinsel etch the air
Like scars upon the universal eye
From viewing beauty everywhere.



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Dream Feelings


Dream feelings vague at the city gate
Cloaked in alien garb absurdly congregate
And with incoherent shouts in costumes leap
Upon the amorphous landscapes of sleep.



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As Never Before

We step, we hope, in harmony
Across a moonlit checkered floor
Beneath red lanterns on a string
In love again, as never before.



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Ephemeral Glow

Your ephemeral glow
Your refined sense of reserve
Your shimmers in the darkness
Get on my last nerve.



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The Shape Iím In


Sometimes I feel fat
Sometimes thin -
Itís a comment about
The shape Iím in.



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Palestinian Pop

tactical nuclear Israeli rock
that's the beat he walk
terrorized round the clock, like a bomb, tick tock
that's the rap he talk.




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Chinese Take Out

The colonialists had it right
Mao is graffiti on the Great Wall
Greed and the Internet will shatter China
Into a thousand tinkling Tibets.



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Cuban Cigars and Russian Caviar

Cuban cigars and Russian caviar:
The foundations of capitalism.
Napoleon brandy, a guillotine handy:
The tools of radical revision.



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More or Less

More or less having is only half;
Often one must stifle a laugh.
The charm is of this sense and type,
Working only when the time is right.



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Wash and Dry


You always say that fair is fair:
Youíre gonna wash, Iím gonna dry.
So how come I make you laugh,
And you make me cry and cry?



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Phases of the Moon

The getting done of this thing
Is planting a garden in spring:
Learning the words to the sparrowís tune,
Following the phases of the moon.



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Presenting Things

Presenting things we knew, but forgot,
Fishing now in a shallow stream,
The speckled trout slip through my net Ė
And for once the image is free.



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CompleteWorks

Poetry Anthology
"Doug Valentine has assembled an impressive collection of poets. Against the backdrop of our own time, they raise their voices in a collective act of rebellion. In so doing, they inspire us toward our own renewed efforts to secure peace and justice in a world more and more bereft of such virtues." Robert Bernard Hass, Edinboro University
Non-Fiction Expose
"Valentine has shined a bright light into the darkest corner of the Vietnam War, and one of the darkest in American history." -- Nicholas Proffitt, author of Gardens of Stone.
Non-Fiction History - It's Out
This exposť documents previously unknown aspects of federal drug law enforcement from the formation of the Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs and the creation of the Drug Enforcement Administration until the present day. Learn how the CIA hijacked federal drug enforcement and turned it into an adjunct of national security.
Non-Fiction History
"...highlighting the names and black deeds of an outlandish cast of wayward narcs, killer-spooks and globe-trotting godfathers (Wolf) is an expose of the never-ending lap-dance between organized crime and the national security establishment,"
Action Adventure
"A fantastic read." -- Mike Levine, author of The New York Times bestseller, Deep Cover.
Thrillers
"A soldier's fascinating story of wartime survival and betrayal...a shocking denouement." -- Paul Bach, literary critic.