Saturday, September 28, 2013

Tom Hatch- A Poem


When I talk to you
Sometimes with the 
Whole picture of Bruegel or Bosch   
It goes unnoticed you
Only see what can
Be seen through 
A keyhole of the damned
Never the whole picture
Of the multitude and attitude 
That are the damned 
In the room 
With the opened door


Tom paid his dues in the SoHo art scene way back when. He was awarded two NEA grants for sculpture back then. And taught at various colleges and universities in the NYC metro area in art (including Princeton and U of Penn. in Philly). He feels he is a regular at The Camel Saloon and BoySlut and Dead Snakes. He has published at The Mind[less] Muse, Jellyfish Whispers, Napalm and Novocain, Rusty Truck and Pyrokinection among others. He has recently had a poem nominated for The Best on The Net. He lives in CT with a few farms up and down the road works in Manhattan. His train ride to and from NYC is his solace, study and den where it all begins and ends.

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