Gerald Jatzek is a poet and musician from Vienna, Austria, who writes in German and English. He published books for children and adults, short stories, plays for radio and essays. 2001 he got the Austrian State Prize for Children’s Poetry. His books have been translated into Korean and Turkish, his poems have appeared in anthologies and literature papers in Germany, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Italy, Slovakia, the Czech Republic, Croatia, the Netherlands and the UK. He runs a facebook page on poetry in several languages at https://www.facebook.com/jatzekpoesie/
They came together east of singing, drowning their instruments in murmurs and smoke. One was called the madman. One was called the fish. The dancer's movements betrayed the time he had to serve in the warden's eyes.
Cast iron rain bows with arrows in every direction : One way street legal advice from rosicrucians : The never too late nite shows cast iron rain bars.
Coffee Shop 17
Its rocks walk in and out. It’s glass that shatters while they talk bourbon sermons, hooker's blues, stonehenge kind of skirts and suits gathered in full circles. It's moss they gather when they glance.
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