| ***BIO*** Spiel was born a maverick out west to decent white folk on a small farm the same year the U.S entered WWII. His writing often defies categorization. His poems of conflict, quirky short stories, and odd bits of art, have been widely published in recent independent press publications such as: Abbey; AlphaBeat Press; Anthills; Barbaric Yawp; Bathtub Gin; Big Intersection; Blind Man's Rainbow; Broomweed; Buckle &; Chiron Review; Cranial Tempest; Erased, Sigh, Sigh; First Class; Free Verse; frisson: disconcerting verse; Gin Bender Poetry Review; Happy; Impetus; Iodine; Jaw Magazine; Lost & Found; LUVeR Radio; Lynx Eye; M A G, Main Street Rag; Neotrope; Nerve Cowboy; No Exit; Oyster Boy Review; Parting Gifts; Pearl; Poesy; Poetry Motel; Pudding Magazine; Slipstream; S.P.R.; St.Vitus Press; Thunder Sandwich; Transcendent Visions; ZYX
Anthology: Crude and Farm (Pudding House Publications), Unexpected Harvest (King's Estate Press) Chaps: Upintimate, Pieces of Blood, shat?ter tan?gle shr?ed, bacon lips, Honeysuckle Veins, Insufferable Zipper, Human. Newest chaps, 2005: it breathes on its own, Pudding House Publications church floor, Chiron Review Press |
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| Rain Doubt |
| by Spiel |
| Who knows how long he's stood here in the rain
or that he's pissed his pants? He's floating in his shoes His wools are sopped to Kingdom Come He hasn't had the guts to hail a cab so he opts for sloshing at The Lords where no one knows him No one cares that he's a rat heading out from work and on the way bumping into Daryl and The March Oh shit! When Annie sees the news at ten what he did with Daryl under lights as the marchers drew the world to see their point of view on war And instead of marching as he might he was groping Daryl's thighs Why'd the cameras have to zero in on him? To show that war's become a secondary bore? He downs ten shots and heads back to the rain to flood his shame and swallow fears of Annie's rage It's ten past twelve before he staggers home and finds the entry floor is sopped and strewn Wet umbrella Annie's dripping coat Galoshes Annie's peaceful as she spreads her arms and legs Confesses she's been out all eve with Jill and she's so grateful that he didn't drown What a rain, he says What a rain |
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| Jan. 2006 |
| 56 |