Raymond Luczak
Keyboard and Measuring Tape (Two Poems)
Keyboard I long to impart words all my own, but his stubby fingers do the talking. He’s way too dull. I’m kaput from input. I’m a punctual email, a simple “thanks,” a click on “send.” Or I’m saved for later. I’m lucky if he fires an angry note to his boss. The sharp jolt of [...]
If You’re a Deaf Writer, How the Heck Can You Get More “Famous”?
In a country where more than 50,000 books are published every year, marketing yourself as a writer becomes far more important than it should be. If your publisher doesn’t have much money to advertise your book, hiring publicists is a very expensive proposition. Worse yet, if your book promotes a Deaf–not necessarily the tired [...]
Orphaned With “Orphans”
Over the course of some thirty years, I’ve written so much poetry that I barely remember how certain poems have come about. Yet, when a poem is done after rewrites, I leave it as is. It becomes a snapshot. While writing about the past in the present, I jot down a moment, a feeling, or [...]