Author Archives: Jeff Schwaner

About Jeff Schwaner

Poet: three published books of verse and two novels. Studied poetry at Cornell University, where I was awarded the Dorothy Sugarman Poetry Prize and George Harmon Coxe Award for Contributions to Creative Writing. Entrepreneur: Co-founder in 2000 of Booksurge, an author-initiated self publishing and Print On Demand (POD) site purchased by Amazon in 2005. Working guy: manager at LexisNexis. Family man: husband and father of three. New England native and current Virginia resident. Big fan of Blue Ridge mountains and hills and trees in general.

Smugglers

Smugglers

Easy enough to call the contraband
Memory but is it? We didn’t mean

To find ourselves at the border
Of the moment with unexplained

Stuff in our bags. Mood altering
Substance. Clouds move away

Inexorable as a tango. The earth
Rolls us forward with everything

Every hour’s hand has held.

Thunder moon song [ #fullmoonsocial ]

Taken with NightCap Pro

Thunder moon song

Imagine thunder, a year’s worth of it,
Crammed into a high speed second

Of replay: that’s a cricket.
Imagine a summer lawn full of them,

each chirp a year, an entire night
Of it, just below the grass line while

Above it every firefly’s a conflagration
Over territory, driving extinctions

And drawing death from the sky
Like lightning. Imagine standing

In your yard above it all. Oddly at peace.
Away from the lights of your house.

A few minutes go by. That’s the moon.

july’s patient moon [#fullmoonsocial]

Jessamayann’s moon is far more patient than mine tonight, still fighting to get over cloud cover. #fullmoonsocial

Jessamayann

it stops briefly, mid-night high, hoping we will look up to see the things that split air are union,

is patient as a kite teetering to stillness just before it falls back to earth to wait for the child’s return-

together,  they will break open the day.

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