Laureate Inauguration Readings & music, San Lorenzo Park 2-4 PM, Sat., Sept. 24, 2016
About Robert Sward
I began writing poetry in Chicago at age 15, when I was named corresponding secretary for a gang of young punks and hoodlums called the Semcoes. A Social Athletic Club, we met at various locations two Thursdays a month. My job was to write postcards to inform my brother thugs–who carried switchblade knives and stole cars for fun and profit–as to when, where and why we were meeting.
Love Has Made Grief AbsurdA tragi-comedy, a monologue in the voice of a SF Bay Area artist as she struggles with the gradual loss of her faculties and, indeed, the loss of “herself” as she continues to live her life and create art.
"The comedy out of pathos stands out for me, as does the forthright confessional thrust... You have something here that I have never seen before. "
--Alan Cheuse, NPR Reviewer Purchasable Soon
Her third eye is strawberry jam
has a little iris in it
and the milk
has gone down
the wrong way.
I’ve just had breakfast
with the smallest person in the world.