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  April 2015
volume 12 number 1
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  home   (archived)
  contributing poets
  Adeolu Emmanuel Adesanya
  Lynn Albanese
  Steven Alvarez
  Jonathan Beale
  Stefanie Bennett
  Jack G. Bowman
  Jennifer Bradpiece
  Don Kingfisher Campbell
  Michael Aaron Casares
  Beverly M. Collins
  William Crawford
  Pijush Kanti Deb
  Elisabeth Adwin Edwards
  John Elison
  Emily Fernandez
  Jeanie Greensfelder
  John Grey
  David Herrle
  Sonika Jaggi
  Strider Marcus Jones
  Phillip Larrea
  Emma Lee
  Marieta Maglas
  Matt McGee
  Christopher Mulrooney
  Dave Nordling
  Toti O'Brien
  Greg Patrick
  James G Piatt
  Frank Praeger
  April Salzano
  David Scriven
  LB Sedlacek
  Danielle Smith
  Jan Steckel
  Carl Stillwell
  Tim Tipton
  Philomena van Rijswijk
  Wanda Vanhoy Smith
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Jack G. Bowman
April 2015



Madame Aperture

    Jack was born to a workin' class family in southwestern Ohio, but soon moved to southern California where he lives today. Changes in subculture as well as the 'spirit of the times' affected his writing and philosophy. He graduated from California State Polytechnic University in Pomona in 1986 with a Bachelor of Arts in Behavioral Science. He graduated from Pacific Oaks College in Pasadena with a Master of Arts in Marriage, Family and Child Counseling in 1997.
His work in the mental health field since 1984, as well as his own bizarre life experiences, figure prominently in his poetry, art, songs and prose. Jack is a licensed Psychotherapist in the Los Angeles area.
    He has been a published poet since 1991. Approximately 500 of his poems have been displayed in small presses, anthologies, and on the internet. He has self-published 12 books of poetry.
Jack's website



The Limits

Adaptive radiation stretches dark energy
through the frantic cosmos of our present reality
there are no easy ways to pull back
into the smallest green parkland
and just stop

expectations are high,
tension is tight, the Wallendas are walking high again
as people fall off the comet of life to crash land;
ice particles on some barren asteroid
try to find ride, to get back on
the Orion capsule is not yet ready for the trip,
space shuttle long retired,
Kirk and Spock dream trek in their 80s
if they can find a new director

the answers are slow, direct, etches in stone
passively waiting for the comet to crash
rollercoaster wall street math
akin to corporate Vegas
with less morals

its all made up

self justified, stress and power over others
based on a set of common beliefs, which in the end,
mean nothing
there is no rich white man's afterlife
money cannot buy you a stairway to heaven
and a box seat in the great beyond
the games are over
the dream of the sleeping Vishnu
is not what happens when he wakes
for that we will all see
later on.

copyright 2015 Jack G. Bowman