No Age Cafe



Hoot's Triumph

In front of The News Shop, glistening,
green, chrome, black leather,
throbbing at rest—
Hoot's Triumph,
ready for the road,
5:30, a summer morning,
cool and gray.
Hoot finished his coffee,
held one hand up,
revved the bike twice,
and took off.
He was heading for Denver,
bringing his wife home
after a separation. What,
1500 miles from Woodstock?
Earsplitting. He accelerated
flat out past the green, around
the corner at a 45 degree lean,
down the long hill, shifting
all the way.
We listened, mouths open;
he must have been going a hundred
at the bottom.
“There goes Hoot,” someone said,
finally.

That was in '66—Vietnam,
lies, waste, the cultural partitioning,
the beginning of the decline
of the U.S.A. Worse now.
But, we can rebuild.
Hoot got his wife back. And,
as they say in the mountains,
“He did it right.”

(from: On The Road To Dharamsala)
John Moncure Wetterau








photo by Victor Romanyshyn

Victor Romanyshyn

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  • In Memoriam, Victor Romanyshyn
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  • Victor has gone,
  • as the sun slips
  • below the horizon;
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  • around the world,
  • the first rays
  • bring his blessing.
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  • Notes

  • The blog on this site is my traveling studio---poems, stories, notes, and photos, most recently from Maine, Thailand, and Seattle. Comments are most welcome.
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  • Ebooks in various format are here.
  • Printed copies are here.
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  • The On Coffee collaboration exhibited at Addison Wooley Gallery during August can be seen on the events page. The show was a success. Also, one of Victor's pieces was chosen by The Farnsworth Museum in Rockland for their permanent collection.