Joe Arcangelini
@poetbear.bsky.social
Poet, Paralegal, gay, old fart, living north of San Francisco.
At this point I have 7 books available:
“With Fingers at the Tips of My Words” 2002,
“Room Enough” 2016,
“Waiting for the Wind to Rise” 2018,
“What the Night Keeps” 2019,
"A Quiet Ghost" 2020,
“Pawning My Sins” 2022,
“Fierce Kisses” 2024.
A new chapbook "Hooking Up" is expected Spring 2025
“With Fingers at the Tips of My Words” 2002,
“Room Enough” 2016,
“Waiting for the Wind to Rise” 2018,
“What the Night Keeps” 2019,
"A Quiet Ghost" 2020,
“Pawning My Sins” 2022,
“Fierce Kisses” 2024.
A new chapbook "Hooking Up" is expected Spring 2025
January 12, 2025 at 11:36 PM
At this point I have 7 books available:
“With Fingers at the Tips of My Words” 2002,
“Room Enough” 2016,
“Waiting for the Wind to Rise” 2018,
“What the Night Keeps” 2019,
"A Quiet Ghost" 2020,
“Pawning My Sins” 2022,
“Fierce Kisses” 2024.
A new chapbook "Hooking Up" is expected Spring 2025
“With Fingers at the Tips of My Words” 2002,
“Room Enough” 2016,
“Waiting for the Wind to Rise” 2018,
“What the Night Keeps” 2019,
"A Quiet Ghost" 2020,
“Pawning My Sins” 2022,
“Fierce Kisses” 2024.
A new chapbook "Hooking Up" is expected Spring 2025
THE PROMISED STORM (2017)
As the promised storm
sneaks quietly into the yard
the wind picks up speed –
rain pounces onto the porch,
shaking like a wet dog -
the air in the house,
and everything it touches,
grows cold and inhospitable
as I realize that even the
weatherman can be right –
As the promised storm
sneaks quietly into the yard
the wind picks up speed –
rain pounces onto the porch,
shaking like a wet dog -
the air in the house,
and everything it touches,
grows cold and inhospitable
as I realize that even the
weatherman can be right –
January 8, 2025 at 11:20 PM
THE PROMISED STORM (2017)
As the promised storm
sneaks quietly into the yard
the wind picks up speed –
rain pounces onto the porch,
shaking like a wet dog -
the air in the house,
and everything it touches,
grows cold and inhospitable
as I realize that even the
weatherman can be right –
As the promised storm
sneaks quietly into the yard
the wind picks up speed –
rain pounces onto the porch,
shaking like a wet dog -
the air in the house,
and everything it touches,
grows cold and inhospitable
as I realize that even the
weatherman can be right –
Got a copy of this anthology "Ain't no Dead Beats Around Here" in the mail today! Much thanks to editor Fin Hall for including my poem about Allen Ginsberg among such a wealth of international talent!
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November 17, 2024 at 5:34 AM
Got a copy of this anthology "Ain't no Dead Beats Around Here" in the mail today! Much thanks to editor Fin Hall for including my poem about Allen Ginsberg among such a wealth of international talent!
www.lulu.com/.../paperbac....
www.lulu.com/.../paperbac....