John FitzGerald is an attorney for the disabled who writes in every spare moment. His three books of poetry are Spring Water (Turning Point, 2005), Telling Time by the Shadows (Turning Point, 2008), and The Mind (Salmon Poetry, 2011).
Twelve Fear begins as larva. Compare that to desire, which is born just a smaller version of what it always will be. Fear transforms into other things, desires just get bigger. Some like to point out that the caterpillar transforms into a butterfly. Maggots become flies, but who pretends to notice? Fears […]
Sixty Rule one is dreams, like everything, grow. What? Did you think the rules never changed? Well, I might bend them before your eyes. Rules are something that I can get into. Collections of words are my forte. Some might come up again a little later. But for now, by choice, I […]
This may be my last emotion. But shall I introduce the light, and make it plain? It grows sacred, fanning itself for a breath. I have told you of the pain, how it needs us to exist and is the cause of all we do. Appease pain or die is the very first […]
I hardly sleep because of dreams. They don’t become me, and could be obsessions, Depending on whether it’s day or night. Visions seem incompatible as birds and windows. I’m no genius if you ask, but I am if you don’t. All who know me are convinced I’m one of them. Sheep’s clothes is just a […]
John FitzGerald offers some advice to young writers.
John FitzGerald talks about form in his poems.