A.S. Coomer studied creative writing at Western Kentucky University and graduated Magna Cum Laude with a BSW. He’s had a great many interesting jobs: child abuse and neglect investigator in Appalachia, custodian, secretary, floorman at a tattoo shop, burger-flipper, family support worker at a food stamp office, manager of a frozen custard shop, to name a few.
His poetry has appeared in Red Fez, and he’s been nominated for Pushcart Prize. A S Coomer runs the site Lost Long Gone Forgotten Records
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Poetry
Reflections Upon Nine Dead Horses
by A.S. Coomer
Another book finds me broken.
Flipping through page after page
Search for something,
Anything that resembles an answer.
Hemingway told me to stick it out
Stoically, brave and ever-ready.
Then the bastard blew the brains out of his head.
Plath mirrored my suffering
Taking pills,
One-at-a-time
Until the colors bled and the world spun.
I’ve got a foot in the grave,
She ended up with a head in the oven.
There were others, too
That “escaped.”
They all left something beautiful in their wake.
Kindly stepping away from the dwindling limelight of life
And always in bright flashes
They touched or moved something.
It took only a moment: minutes and seconds
In some cases.
Years in others.
But they all left something for me.
Exchanges aren’t always reciprocal.
As you find all I’m leaving is this.
Just the Sky
by A.S. Coomer
Looking up, towards the sky
but in my mind I’m tearing it down.
Dragging it screaming
to my feet.
I’m going to pick it up,
closely peer through it.
Sift through its translucent blue.
And finally determine
that it is, indeed, just the sky.
There are no parlor tricks
about
it.
Time Travels
by A.S. Coomer
The days blend slowly, painfully
Into the nights
As the weeks vanish into months
Then the years.
Quickly passing like the fields and trees
Flying by our passenger side windows.
We watch, passively and mute
The different landscapes
Melt into each other
As life quietly rolls on by.
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